dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
