Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.
I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
From the day that we met your name has bounced around in my… increasing in volume it’s really loud now but i don’t mind
I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
