every doughnut tastes like tauntin… classmates laughing and making jokes at your expense every slice of pizza reminds you
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
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
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,
the anticipation was staggering be… rifling through the closet for tha… a faded Misfits tee and my black leather jacket but the shows were always a disapp…
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
