you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made

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

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches

it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away

fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight

when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning

in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…

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

no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain

“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped