my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties

sometimes a vampire wants to see t… but people of the village keep his… chained shut with garlic they wear crosses around their nec… so that if he ever does get out

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

i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…

a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley

streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots

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…

Freezing is all that ever I felt; Carrot and coal fall to the ground… Sadly, when Spring comes, I will… As well goes my scarf, my coat, an… Death comes upon without sound.

the blade has always been dull how it was made never

sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost

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…