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,
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost
youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…
“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
i’m usually a dog person but when i returned to Austin afte… i met JD who offered me a place to crash while his roommate Karen was out o…
