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

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

do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment

Eclipse was the illegitimate daugh… of the moon and the sun beautiful and frightening shining and dark all at once

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 would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

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

broken headstones in a cemetery of… bacteria running rampant feeding off the bones of the dead decay cannot be undone time will always bring about the i…

what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

i didn’t call her because i felt like being alone and celebratory sex wasn’t going t… to validate another year of suffer… another notch in the belt

she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and

disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion

it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…

his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change