Time has moved on,
And the "good times" sometimes seem to...

What can I be, my brother of tranquility,
A dog dead on the road, a serial killer in active...

What in the world is left,
Dear Lord, I'm in a daze...

Summer scents,
Knowing what it meant...

Nothing new,
Nothing fresh...

Holding on,
It was the most selfish thing I ever did...

I began this trip some time ago,
I started it all alone...

Ode to the skin-bag,
Who used to be 500 pounds...

Your sentimentality,
Has always reached out to me...

The Internet is a paradox,
It is Pandora's Box...

Birds flock,
The bells of the church ring...

A day or so,
That's all we have...