Well, you know the day ive had
those days that never seem to fade...

Little green artichoke
you have met your final day...

Forgive me father, for i have sinned
Ive made up my whole life...

A snow filled plain stretches for miles in her...
desolate...

A spongy asphalt carpet to lie on this evening
two beer drenched receptacles of loneliness...

If writing is the cheapest
form of art...

I am sitting at the station,
waiting for a southbound train...

Her lips were curved and bladed.
they were painted in the corridors...

We sat behind a window that peered into the world,
where every mind passed by...

Indecision haunts me; binds me to a cold, dark...
there is no way to escape its gaze...

Between the sugar and the blood,
we ended between the sheets...