You’ll let us go on a shopping spree
But you’ll never consent to set us free
and the life of Rhonda Richoux
You’ll let us go on a shopping spree
But you’ll never consent to set us free
i feel the sudden
urge to take my
brain out of
storage
He looked at an old photograph and commented: Life and love were so uncomplicated back then. Yes, I said. How did we manage to complicate it so? I think that I’ve over-fertilized my garden and burned the roots. I think the drought of our carelessness dried it up and the first faint winds of discordContinue reading “Burned Roots”
I sit on the rim of the universe
I feed on the fear of the fall
I sit on the far end of what you would want
Unable to wade through it all
and still that cold bitch haunts your head
and chases all the girls away