the next one in the holder on the… can barely contain itself one corner is already protruding hoping like hell that when she finishes her burrito
i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…
i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
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
i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them
