it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
i’m usually a dog person but when i returned to Austin afte… i met JD who offered me a place to crash while his roommate Karen was out o…
stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
