I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
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
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
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.
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
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…
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
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.
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
