Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
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
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars
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
regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost
now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,
he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and
joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
