he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly

i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood

time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?

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

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

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

if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music

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

do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment

he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart