it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties

a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was

the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles

I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,

he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and

some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake

coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching

so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy

walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu

decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by

tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight

loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice

sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born