thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
Freezing is all that ever I felt; Carrot and coal fall to the ground… Sadly, when Spring comes, I will… As well goes my scarf, my coat, an… Death comes upon without sound.
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
i am my own ghost i am haunted
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
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
i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
this dinosaur has shared so much o… pain worry and confusion the idleness of evolution
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
