A Dream

When

Why I whine while wine and dine?

The Whitcher

My beak and talons have been sharpened by a stick.

Adergade

My quench is thirst.

A dying breed

Dogs like food.
i like food.

i can see better with the lights arf.

I like this chair

Long island is not a creative name.

I would have called it something like "it takes forever to walk across"

Or maybe, "my paper is too small"

Where is Mike?

i fuckin hate that guy.

no seriously,

where is he?

Fuck Blogs

Something worthwhile to say.




read me. im open.

Blow your nose

Truth is in a napkin.

Empty Bottles

Hollow souls
console freightened friends.
Winking blinks of an eye
still pretends
to know unknown,
everytime I'm seen
but not shown.

Next time the sting

The moon descends on the other
coming together,
all sides depend,
I wonder when.
Feeling pain
will never be the same again.

What's worse,

being one of us or one of them?
I guess one of us because they are not asking that question.

A wake

I am on autopilot in the city that is always sleeping.