i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just

for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors

she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and

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

last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin

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

to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…

brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow

when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had

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

it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick

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

i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father