sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
this dinosaur has shared so much o… pain worry and confusion the idleness of evolution
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
