Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.

Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.

Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright

This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…

Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!

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.

Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,

Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically

In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold

I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!

The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,

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

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