

On the 43-FlyerI wait at my stop every dayOn the 43-Flyer
where no one smiles
or talks
except to say,
"You're a few minutes too late,
your ride already came."
These people wear shades
to keep others in the dark because if they don't know they don't care.
I usually sit alone unless it's crowded. That's when I become a frigid statuette (buy one get one free) because heaven forbid I touch another entity.
I whip out my iPod to drown out the buzz of humanity as


Memories of HerWith a long and staggering sigh or a painfully daggered gasp he falls back into memories of her.Memories of Her
Within dreamy hearth and cold, salty nightmares rest the lullabies of her.
Drinking the juicy nectar of powders and balms, and bitter tear-stained cheeks he savors the taste of her.
He smells light, summery magnolia and potent silvery musk as he takes in the perfumes of her.
Soaring through playful little notes and boring mounds of paperwork his fingertips trace the handwriting of her.
As he hears th


It's Not EasyI know it's hard. Yeah, I know it hurts when things get better then worse and worse.It's Not Easy
It's hard to breathe
It's hard to fly. The earth holds you down, But, hey, you get by.
(No, it's not easy.) (No, it's not easy.) (No, it's not easy.)
But, hey, you get by.


Never Really LeaveYou're here inside my mind. You never really leave. How natural it feels with you inside of me.Never Really Leave
So funny, tho, it is that no one has a clue. Somehow no one guesses, no one -- not even you.
Logic seems to scatter whenever you're around So many things to say... I utter not a sound.
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Automatons gather all the pieces so the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation for the builders of the body of the beast
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"Whatever is exposed to light itself becomes light. But, to be sure of the road, close your eyes, and walk in the dark. "
My Gallery
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anyone lived in a pretty how town
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