a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live

clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole

race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish

sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this

Winds sweep through the branches,… Observe the satellite of my howlin… Lunar intoxicant swims deep into m… From man I am transformed.

his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change

i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just

tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…

on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned

san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is

it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking

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