isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself

she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news

notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course

streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots

she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss

it was the hottest new spot on the east side of course and of course

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

it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…

if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord

The ghosts will be waiting for me when I open the door, remove my work boots and grab a Diet Dr. Pepper from t… They will be snickering as I fill…

the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar

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…