there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…

it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…

everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…

trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…

the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles

in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…

into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner

if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself

he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…

a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live