this dinosaur has shared so much o… pain worry and confusion the idleness of evolution
i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
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
a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature
i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well
i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies
The ghosts will be waiting for me when I open the door, remove my work boots and grab a Diet Dr. Pepper from t… They will be snickering as I fill…
A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking