coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show

early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth

i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…

regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to

i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what

Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town

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

i am the one most concerned with popularity found my way into castles to meet with kings and queens crashed parties with celebrities

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley

the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust