Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
broken headstones in a cemetery of… bacteria running rampant feeding off the bones of the dead decay cannot be undone time will always bring about the i…
You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…
the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up
we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too
a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
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
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,
splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
