Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure

the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song

she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated

i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies

put a million miles between me and… shoes worn away from the journey i will arrive with toes calloused feet stained in earth and legs swollen

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

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

that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers

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…

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

i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just

monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men