i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars

A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…

the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…

i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away

sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks

he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and

when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning

in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates

though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole

i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically