coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching
Freezing is all that ever I felt; Carrot and coal fall to the ground… Sadly, when Spring comes, I will… As well goes my scarf, my coat, an… Death comes upon without sound.
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom
every song smoking drinking partying with
i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
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…
isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
