she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and

I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no

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

splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh

it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…

you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music

fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings

it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties

they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…

You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…

so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy

i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone

black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd