on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned
splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
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…
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
broken headstones in a cemetery of… bacteria running rampant feeding off the bones of the dead decay cannot be undone time will always bring about the i…
a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
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,
the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles
this dinosaur has shared so much o… pain worry and confusion the idleness of evolution
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
