we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…
when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching
as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
the anticipation was staggering be… rifling through the closet for tha… a faded Misfits tee and my black leather jacket but the shows were always a disapp…
avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies
this dinosaur has shared so much o… pain worry and confusion the idleness of evolution
i am my own ghost i am haunted
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
