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
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
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…
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
panic is my dance partner and
with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town
as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he