this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men
our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
every doughnut tastes like tauntin… classmates laughing and making jokes at your expense every slice of pizza reminds you
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
