desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed
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
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
i’m usually a dog person but when i returned to Austin afte… i met JD who offered me a place to crash while his roommate Karen was out o…
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
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
she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
