thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just
isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
