thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines
I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…
when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…