he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
