Life Can Be A Burden
It Can Really Make You Frown...
God, I'm
drinking...
Captured in my small scribblings
you think you glimpse some goddess...
I laugh
I cry...
There's a chill in the club
As you walk through those doors...
And
in the end...
Breasted nightmares become a lofty
journey for a native who walks alone...
I need to get out, get away.
Tear from these chains that keep me...
Three steps back..
I have followed my path stubbornly, hoping for the...
black and green giants pour
sound forth as much as paper...
Favors
Moon, may I ask of you a favor...
I'm living.
come back later, around eleven...