after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was
Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,
if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death
on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…
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
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start
