tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…

human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry

you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings

tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight

Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t

a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you

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

sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born

joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair

if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu

do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment

there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea