thompson girl, i'm stranded at the unique motel thompson girl winterfighter's shot on the car as well looks like christmas at 55 degrees this latitude weakens my knees, thompson girl grunt work s

an_inch_an_hour

i want a book that'll make me drunk full of freaks and disenfranchised punks. no amount of hate no load of junk no bag or words no costume trunk could make me feel the same way an inch an hour tw

the_completists

You lured me with your diamond flower
you lured me with talk of still more talk
you lured me with caramelizing power
you lured me a lot
Clearly lifeless barefeet

the_bear

I was first attracted by your scent
Your heart must be a caramelized onion
By the time I saw your flame
it was all over for you and whashisname.

I think it was

escape_is_at_hand_for_the_travellin’_man


flamenco

does it diminish your super-capacity to love walk like a matador don't be chicken-shit and turn breezes into rivulets flamenco-sweep the air and weave the sun and stamp your feet for everyone doe

titanic_terrarium

growin up in a biosphere with no respect for bad weather there's still roaches and ants in here so resourceful and clever. her greatgrandfather saw the future didn't know nothing bout panic, he c

don’t_wake_daddy


apartment_song

illimunate the obvious it's standing right here in front of us what out apartment does when we're not around does not concern us simulate the obvious and it's standing, standing right here in fro

last_american_exit

you know the reasons i can't conceal you know i'm leaving you obviously you know how i feel it's not as easy as calling out your name when i'm down it's not a matter for wrong or right it ain't m

put_it_off

i wrote unfriendly things, truly cruel, on the day that you were born to prove that words cannot touch beauty but i was torn i put it off, i put it off, i put it off again i made degenerate art f

small_town_bringdown

been to reno drives an el camino can you did that style? hip canteen you always make the scene you're a crazy child it's a sad thing bourbons all around to stop that feeling when you're living in

sherpa

me and the vivid girl in our hammock to the stars staring into the fire before tv, the remote-control's on mars in the dope of the pigment, in a poetic state of mind in a flood of country, we lay

looking_for_a_place_to_happen

i've got a job, i explore, i follow every little whiff and i want my life to smell like this to find a place, an ancient race the kind you'd like to gamble with where they'd stamp on burning bags

the_rules

legs scream at bikes and bikes scream at trucks and motorists curse their lousy luck crossing guard's not doing his job and traffic's not about to stop for the first casuality of though it's the