i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
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
joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair
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
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her
splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof
stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
