I walk down the pathway
through all the pretty tree's...
I am becoming.
i can feel it welling up inside...
Look into to my soul,
its the deep dark hole...
It was 6:30 when I woke up that day.
I looked over to where my wife lay...
With life comes death
Happiness, sorrow...
Magnetic.
South and snow, crisp...
What if you could do what you want,
Without consequence...
Pick me up just to push me down
Watch me fall back to the ground...
People always remember
what they wish to forget...
Bluestocking Dic kinson -
a prattler, and lewd like a...
The coffee burned
its first time down...
I love it,
lying at the bottom of the pool...