Soaring low, a pigeon skimming the dirt.
I used to think God put the stars in the sky for you.
‘I had to lie ’cause if I didn’t lie she’d know the truth’
What came first? The woman or the womb?
Absence makes the heart grow cold.
I don’t want to be loved. I want to be worshipped.
99 red balloons
My life in apologies.
Sleep. Masturbate. Eat. Repeat.
How now brown coward?
I hope to God you make it.
Every happy moment becomes a sad memory.
End of the beginning.
I shook him and you know what fell out? Coins.
They said it wouldn’t rain.
Words. You can say anything. I can say anything. Words.
Spots and Greys
Tastes good when you get used to it, said the alcoholic.
Goodbye, my love.
Wanna kiss your brain
I don’t regret one bit of you.
Condoms and tears
In a strange turn of events, I’m still living.