• Weltschmerz Doorbuster

    I remember you. I took you in when you didn’t want me to. Shelter from the riders on the storm. But it seems now my tourniquets are deadly. Feel too much you don’t want to feel anything, staunch the wound and the poison too, keep all that sickness inside.

  • Good Night, Sweet Boy

    I consider the calculus, how many steps to the stage, the likelihood of distraction with all the crowd smells and ground noms, what if someone careens into the aisle right on top of him?

  • snail chainmail

    He shines at cutting to the chase. Upfront about openness and great at advice, our hearts have often been in the best worst place, and he never lets me get away with not knowing what I’m really saying.

  • trophies

    Time does things. Knots your bootstraps and puts you to sleep.

  • sirens

    What’re you gonna be for Halloweeeeeeen? Hell if we know.