into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner

monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men

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…

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

going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach

if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches

joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair

black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd

Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

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

the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day

when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had

we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to

avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies