monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song

a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature

when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had

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…

panic is my dance partner and

after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out

she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss

our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

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…

“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped

sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this

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

i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”

elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home