(2014)
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
bring me things to break myself upon till
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible