the blade has always been dull how it was made never
we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
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
streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…
