the yellow moon is hanging over roof tops
as i pedal silently through the quiet streets
the stench of recently deceased chickens,
sur la masse... |
 i found this picture today.
i am wondering where the smiling skinny person went
am i getting better at this life or worse?
knowing who too... |
the city is sleepwalking
i move between spaces
below ground our train
induces mid-level panic
within commuters fragile minds
my neck itche... |
An old man goes to the river every day and casts his line out to the current. He is one of the few fishers here who remembers the days when you wer... |
Our lives are laid out for us and we take the path tread by others. I am no different. My life takes place in a stream where I am no more free than... |
Come one come all, c’mon and getcha-self some of this wonder water I got’s right here. This stuff, this stuff, this stuff. Amazing stuff, this... |
I’ve lived with the Cotter’s my whole life; I feel like a part of the family. Since little Steven could walk, I’ve been around for him to wal... |
You belong with the mice and water
In the sewers of my mind
I think we should take a break and...
I think you should die
{I’m not fit for t... |
put them together my friend
put them together with your hands
sweeping up pieces of me
sweeping of pieces of you
that hair elastic shal... |
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