my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
i am my own ghost i am haunted
Winds sweep through the branches,… Observe the satellite of my howlin… Lunar intoxicant swims deep into m… From man I am transformed.
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically
sometimes a vampire wants to see t… but people of the village keep his… chained shut with garlic they wear crosses around their nec… so that if he ever does get out
youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…
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…
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
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
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
