after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
