long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof
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
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier
a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
