I wanna write but someone stole th… superscript, I start on my new des… super high wire, I arranged it all… slurped buttermilk and felt grotes… Now I need another chair, or a cu…

Welcome to the Synode of Argyll, this is the episode of edicts. Now swallow all Chlorophyll, and hope to find the Picts: Lintels of turquoise eyes

His mace just straightly hit me you shouldve seen my face it extinguished the fire inside me I regret his act of grace! Right place, right time, Im okay,…

“Oh Scribe, please describe us wh… But hide and hold in abeyance what… Werewolves, methinks, are somethin… now let me reap happily the weeds… Ramble on, my dear roe deer, and h…

There lies a contract on my deskto… my proof of life after death. A swollen knee, a dusty bedhop, I love my angelic breath. Daily bread or a sudden soup,

Lovest me thou? Am I worth you a… broken, diseased and grotesque would you notice, I write and danc… to your songs, lost and burlesque? Your chemise is wet and torn

A moonage break I had not left any time Scripta minora, toll mistake I now owe them a lie and a crime A mare of burstin the corner

Its been 14 hours since we met last year, one day like an eternity, a life on drugs and in fear.My loose limbs sway, gotta stop my decay, oh and how you touched my skin, now here I wann...

All Hallows Eve in pottery tinted hair and trick or treat I have a colorful mockery upon your lap, a witches seat An allegory to all lost souls

We drink coffee and smoke special… we talk for hours while I shake of… talk about humans as squirrels and… cunning chat-up lines, vicious ton… I make myself schedules for the ne…

The wolf is crying in this darkest night I keep on trying to win this fight Mistaking planes for stars

Coming home like on Sunday with trumpets and trophies caressing white fur in delay love bites, I went to his office He said I was excellent

A neopilgrim, a new desk for a new… Jacobs sunrise– my reflection someone burn the trees I chop and meet me at the intersection Wheres to say goodbye to youth and…

I am just what I am Béoigidir in spirut in corp I can trust my spontanous jam while my make-up runs to Thorpe Is é mo lóech, mo gille mer

Say a prayer for a refugee with broken bones under the burden old songs remind of better days our fall from grace is disturbing Got blacker lungs within some hour…