though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…
watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights
i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself
i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy
his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
