I got lost today, Following the treaden path. The footprints pressed into the earth and the smell of a day’s birth. The wind was a roar and it rushed through my ears.
“Why are you standing out here in the rain Jimmy?” I was just leaving work for my lunch break, hoping for some peace away from my stupid boss, who still hung around like a bad smell insisting I ge
She is like a ghost, a bloated corpse of dead days, With her multitudes writing and grinding, as the Curses of their god rain on their heads. An orgy of ignorance, wrapped up in lies
I have never wished more than I could drink and drive. Trevor won’t stop singing songs in some sort of stupid language that sounds like he’s strangling himself.