so, i think i know what I'll be doing today. passing thoughts of exercise while i laugh in the face of good health. stakes get raised, harder to wake
one hundred bottles of beer on the floor. one hundred bottles of beer. less than twenty days from drowning in the last five years. a ring sucked from
leveling, graveling, gravelly groans exude my exhaustion, canonize all my tomes. this home is afloat on a yellow black moat of bile, hate and quile and
catching up in the basement that i call home. dismantling discussions on a piss soaked telephone. i'm all grown up. i've thrown up these feelings lots
Shall we dance? Or maybe just limp around? These feet are cold and beat, and strangers to the ground. the sound of the kick is arousing. the couples
i listened to the megaphone man. he said we were facing the end. that's so much better than my mom and dad who said this is just the beginning ..... '
a temple corroded, eviction pending. embrace me, cold nights, gray sky, streetlight, lyrical descension, attention fading, breathless i'm a mess, kissless
our trip had ended i didn't know what I had to do who really cares at all we had to get away somehow we settled on a place where the open road had closed
The cistern burns with the sisters who learn that certainty burns with a fist the cyst of this growth is a hope (against hope) that I loathe, and steel
There was a time and a place that was all full of mistakes. And a face that was all full of shit. I was frustrated and angry. I was more than alive. A
walking dead on two burned feet do you have anything left to say to me? from barber chairs and baseball gloves to calling names and slaps and drugs from
a million times a day i try to fail or fail to try it's an easy way to live it's a lifeless way to die i used to hear "son, you've got a lot to learn"
Three days, no happy endings Highways, I'm hallucinating I wish I wasn't so mathematic I wish I hadn't overheated Heartbeats across a crowed room April
the sway and swell flee with her motion red-gold across my arms the vicious strokes i painted a river fills your heart i'm sorry if i let you down i know
Teeth ripped out of gums hit sparkling gray squares of concrete. Screams in technicolor pain. Doubled over spitting blood. The freezing rain. Never felt
Over stars and gutters What a great time we all had Drinking all our futures down the drain There's no sense in regret The times we'll never see again
it's been twenty thousand days since the best ones hotels, plastic sheets, tasteless food, dialysis machines, the telephone hasn't rung since april. staring
tired of these drunken evenings listening to my staggered breathing nowhere to fall back in but to sleep you're beautiful in dreams where words pour from