this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom
Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
