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
avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
