so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train

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

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born

this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…

tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow

i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just

if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does

it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…

he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest

where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…

i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father

the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class

panic is my dance partner and