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

when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly

human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry

voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking

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

you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys

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…

regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost

just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and

a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live

the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust