Make like an arrow and miss
your target. This life has more...

It died. It died.
The solitary bubble...

Recall drunk spring black like music on blow
shadow of smooth chant above a place void of...

A sad, drunk boy laughs.
The sound is sweeter then air...

More just random spurts of thought then anything...

He stands before a classroom
of fresh and eager souls...

Shaking, sobbing.
I wanted to call you...

You were all I want to see
in a city where beauty...

A malfunction in the code.
You said something about fingerprints...

On days like this,
When I can taste the ocean...

A pathetic collission of atoms.
Hiding your face from the person who knows you...

I think I've found freedom
But that isn't what I was looking for...