early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
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
we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite
