a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without
every song smoking drinking partying with
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
the next one in the holder on the… can barely contain itself one corner is already protruding hoping like hell that when she finishes her burrito
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom
i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father
dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
