clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole

we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages

sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks

peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show

and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start

love digs graves all around the world but i used to

i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone

trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death

there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason

incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle