this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
i am my own ghost i am haunted
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
every song smoking drinking partying with
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
