i was 24 riding the Amtrak for the first ti… with a six hour layover in downtow… i left the station looking for a s… but before i found anything resemb…
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is
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
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
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
splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start
Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.
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
youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…
it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
