i’m usually a dog person but when i returned to Austin afte… i met JD who offered me a place to crash while his roommate Karen was out o…
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…
whenever i roll in to town i see h… forbidden wires circuits exposed and on display electric sin against god with satan clouding my thoughts
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars