A cockroach died of starvation in… Slightly annoyed as I laced my mu… to go outside and find my way to t… steal some coffee from a bank befo… I dropped my American Eagle key o…

I view death as my friend. Sitting on my bed, playing a guitar for a weeping woman who has just lost a child. I view life as a mustard seed.

The feeling came again. Love or Lust? Neither I hope, I hate writing of love. It invokes a powerlessness

She was my little nymph Unaware of it but something I onl… The love legendary in moments beyo… as I close my faithful eyes to fin… I feel awake as my mind pushes my…

Inner burst of joy– from a caffeine fix– The modern day call to action. I do not stand, I sit for miles and transfixed on the

A bouquet of peonies sits on the k… Pictures dot the wall, the table s… with the memory of that once perfe… The clock ticks rhythmically, somb… There I am, seated at the head of…

My fingers tremble in the cold as I stack the stones in a slanted… I’m accompanied by the hummingbird… who search for the mystery in gard… sprouting within the cracks of thi…

Fire and Water sensations rinses and rises as a dutiful procedure. Felt within,

Seemingly inspirational, apparitions of the unconscious mind, perhaps signals of inherited and

If I could pray, I would pray that you all enjoy your lives. Final, but not ultimate, enjoyment of the self and restlessness.

Madness ensued in dark corners and wretched taver… where I insulted myself, and I go… by a tribal aggression; must retal… and avenge for society’s sake.

Has a road to it. For the living and the dying, for the distinct sensation of convenience and order. We live by convenience.