i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
broken headstones in a cemetery of… bacteria running rampant feeding off the bones of the dead decay cannot be undone time will always bring about the i…
i’m usually a dog person but when i returned to Austin afte… i met JD who offered me a place to crash while his roommate Karen was out o…
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
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 is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men
when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost
Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure