The Myth of Unconditional Love
The most unrealistic sentiment existing is the concept of "unconditional love." This myth has been preached to us like a sermon of...
The most unrealistic sentiment existing is the concept of "unconditional love." This myth has been preached to us like a sermon of...
Judas was framed I was the one I gave him thirty pieces of silver I lost a bet we had made Over whether or not he would kiss Some long...
The House On Black Creek Road Is someone living in that vacant house At the end of Black Creek Road You know the one I'm talking about....
In stumbles morning it's been out all night. The dawn with bloodshot skies. All the answers I had questions to. Lay crumpled up in a...
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A man whose eyes had gone dark No longer with vision Described to me how living without sight was a blessing disguised as a tragic...
The phone is ringing ,I look at the clock and it's 1:35 a.m. or close to it. I crawl toward the sound in a daze searching for the phone...
Chapter 1 Rayando El Sol Scratching At The Sun My eyes flash open and it takes a while for things to come into focus. The surroundings...
I could see the angels dancing in his eyes before I blew out his fucking brains. The pistol was pressed firmly against his left temple,...
On a two lane Nevada back road The morning painting up the dawn She met up with Eternity And he bribed her gypsy soul She wouldn't leave...
I made the phone call he's holdin got the work. We gotta have the "ins" this time, said he wouldn't front me dirt. What we got between us...
Here they come again arriving unannounced from the dark recesses of my mind like rude house guests. Drinking my last beer , their feet...
It wasn't the motion in her dance that moved me. It was the stillness in my soul that it choreographed. Judge Santiago Burdon
Lonliness Tastes equivalent to a reoccurring nightmare Sounds as though tomorrow will never arrive Looks exactly like it's identical...
"Are they shooting at us?" Johnny asks. "Of course they are. How do you think the back window just shattered. Did you think it was from...