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
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
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…
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.
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 shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
