(2013)
Someday I’m going to build a rope… and hang my thoughts in the attic. And sleep like a lightning bug smeared across a yellow wiffle-bal… Someday long after that,
defied by hell beside myself i tried to tell this lie so well. if only my skill
Empathy fleets Like a fragile brown leaf Wisped away— By a harrowing breeze To the ground below
A fathomless ideal in transient de… You impossible impostor posing for… Did you think at some millionth mi… "I don’t mind the aches that you m… No! I do! —I am not in this mess
Potential is the moulted skin of a snake in jest— laced with the plastic tatters
In case you vow to drown my love i… Without my mind inclined to see th… I hope you know, I live and thriv… I’ll torch the bridge before you r… The will I sow, I do, with what…
In rain and sun, entrapped by deat… Through pain we run for love in ti… The world we dance within makes du… With all the light, when silver cl… I’ve trained for this a million li…
Six blue jays converge at the birc… To sing their anomalous colloquial… They fashion a serene scene as the… My mind so inclined to blindly sin… As I ponder their ways, in my mid…
....And as my nicked up, nostalgia… soul gets down on its knobby knees… And prepares to transcend the igno… and dive into the whitest light...… It SCREAMS—
How many times can I say I love t… Pull the tarp off of the sun. I need to learn.
Sinking yet rising with mighty suspension impeccable snowflake of
A new level of irony has risen from the previously sett… The zombie phoenix has returned. We should feel lucky. Out of all of the places,
Cut me loose from this cloud of be… Poke a hole in my heart for the wo… Rip me apart from this warm suicid… I spot rats in my tunnel of trampl… O God, let me drive into the tree…
In a matter of reincarnation and scientific facts, My anima has been automated to trade an eye for an axe. The weary way in which I wallow
(In the beginning of the 3rd millennium of a simple calendar from a twisted religion on a beautiful planet
