sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...
i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just
if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
