tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight

clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole

submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice

if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…

if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches

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 think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…

let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there

i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood

watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…

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

illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job

loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice