stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun

Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.

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

brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map

i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone

we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite

dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain

it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…

i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder

walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu

every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself