.i'll continue drinking and writing my attache verses for one reason alone... the culinary Frankenstein, needs to be erased from both my memory, and my palette.
death: solace for the few,
that delve(d) into life.
i don't know,
i just like the way it sounds,
akin to:
(have you) ever danced
with the devil, in the pale moonlight?
or...
a handshake with your own
shadow, is, the devil's pact.
sometimes a violin is just a violin
is a violin...
not exactly the gimmicky
paupers' instrument of choice...
a handshake with your shadow
is... the devil's pact...
hey... i wasn't born to be
a mechanic...
sometimes the sound of
car engines aren't exactly
******* emblems to propagate...
****
like the sound of a beehive
isn't something honed,
giving you a symptom of:
necessarily running toward it
to see what's more
to see than a collectivized
agitation reaction, hostile.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
.i'll continue drinking and writing my attache verses for one reason alone... the culinary Frankenstein, needs to be erased from both my memory, and my palette.
death: solace for the few,
that delve(d) into life.
i don't know,
i just like the way it sounds,
akin to:
(have you) ever danced
with the devil, in the pale moonlight?
or...
a handshake with your own
shadow, is, the devil's pact.
sometimes a violin is just a violin
is a violin...
not exactly the gimmicky
paupers' instrument of choice...
a handshake with your shadow
is... the devil's pact...
hey... i wasn't born to be
a mechanic...
sometimes the sound of
car engines aren't exactly
******* emblems to propagate...
****
like the sound of a beehive
isn't something honed,
giving you a symptom of:
necessarily running toward it
to see what's more
to see than a collectivized
agitation reaction, hostile.