going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
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.
you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
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…
disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
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…
i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal
i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
