i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
every song smoking drinking partying with
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
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…
disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
