i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof
avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies
i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
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
i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies
“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
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,
