when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…

the blade has always been dull how it was made never

(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life

let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there

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

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

so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train

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…

we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages

with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…

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

though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting