a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…

a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice

if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me

I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,

youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…

it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing