i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
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
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
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
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…
joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…
she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train
the next one in the holder on the… can barely contain itself one corner is already protruding hoping like hell that when she finishes her burrito
dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed
