crimson, blue, magenta. fading with desire. otherwise known as madness. (her glass eyes, her glass fist). seize the moment or lose your chance. these windows they shut premature. "where'd you get

and_so_it_begins_with_bombs

pink and yellow lights. litter up the countryside. it's like fifteen million fireflies. have eaten my eyes. they call it paranoia. but would you agree. the gunpowder scent that salts the air. is

when_fat_pigs_fly

breaking it down like a bold lie. bury it down like it's bad wine. a sense of relief oh sweet victory! but there's no escape from biblatic prophecy. this is not the course of old. this is not ove

jambalaya

dove-like stares. so blank. so long like prayers. that never filled your self-made hole inside our hearts. so don't you talk? no, no. don't you feel? no, no. don't you hurt? no, no. this is not w

when_i_get_the_feelin’_(back_in_my_hands)


straight_lines_for_construction_workers

franklin was a construction worker. down on the east side of town. the folks there say he let his loved ones down. but what did they know cuz. the sky was so close. his family so poor. nobody say

mouse

and there's just so many things you'd like to do. you'd love to dream. people are so satisfied with hate today. and now you know for sure your heart is on. be frank, be honest. i know how hard yo

still

we were staring at the stars. and we heard a clap of thunder. then the moon gave way to rain. and it tore apart the sky. so we lay flat on our backs. cuz in the rain no one knows you're crying. o

right_now,_today,_i_don’t_belive_in_hell


gattaca

he read until he knew the planets back and forth. his parents said, "that's not what he was put here for." and he tried to find a way to put perfection aside. but life is always hard when everyon

making_zealots

call your cancer. call it well. the truth? my friend we know you're scared. do you pray and beg for time? it's staring you in the face. goodnight. i chose the less than traveled road. the rest of

the_day_after_yesterday

something is on my mind right now. reason being, reason pending. is that our past is now telling me how. how to live my life or deaden my life. my story, your tragedy is handing me very few insig