i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too
some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
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
she broke up with him because he broke her oscillating f… on a 107 degree day in the Texas s… with one angry punch he destroyed the fan
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does
in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…
decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…
Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...
