submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice

he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…

you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made

he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact

i didn’t call her because i felt like being alone and celebratory sex wasn’t going t… to validate another year of suffer… another notch in the belt

sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul

he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and

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

he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart

THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he

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

monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men

man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die