you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys

no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something

there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me

the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class

what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

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 you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom

when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…

i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder

i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without

this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…