I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
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
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…
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
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…
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
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.
Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
