find a way
gotta find a way to praise on the darkest of days i was the son, here are my rays don’t think about when the weave
Keep It Regular
gotta find a way to praise on the darkest of days i was the son, here are my rays don’t think about when the weave
build contradictions in the same space and stuff the ghosts in behind the same face and claim that there is no trace of the path
It is funny that you sometimes work out the techniques that you need to navigate a certain maze, and then you look at and fail
If a story were an engine I would be able to listen to it and tell you where the error in the running was located.
the way you remember the story the way you wrap the gift the glass smoothed out in longshore drift some former glory something from the
All the hypnotic sheeple rotated around the supermarket as the muzak seeped into them and turned their bones to jelly. They leaked a small amount
He was hung upside down above this latest little poster he had designed, hanging by Grip-Tips fastened firmly into the concrete. There was an Own-Drone
the worst lies we tell are to ourselves knelt in an ebbtide; a coastal shelf hung out beyond the tread water point where swimming is
I used to think of myself as an answer to the problems of the people that came to me, but I was wrong. They were