watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights
she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
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…
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom
