we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…

i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two

watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley

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

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…