elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home

every song smoking drinking partying with

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and

two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them

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

i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle

in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon

what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…

so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead