with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…
san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them
i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself
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
