our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh

shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom

he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…

time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?

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

submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…

he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart

it was the hottest new spot on the east side of course and of course

i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal