dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song

no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs

i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on

it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…

in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon

my knee is there if i need to bend my leg my knee is not there for me to beg if you place an empty plate in fro…

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

i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated

she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news

loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice