on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically
it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too
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
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just