Friday, August 21, 2015

poem


feels like i am missing out
exurbia drunk fleas draft
exurbs tap
suburbs

exode
man i am a mental woman
reincarnated in an emo band
swan woven

deerhunter exuviae
prattler omission
i see girl's eyes
a lone radiant

exutus
feels missing
choir pretty face
sake of entrance



Do you believe you're missing out?
That everything good is happening somewhere else
With nobody in your bed
The night is hard to get through
And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won’t know anyone

Saturday, August 8, 2015

THANK YOU GOD SEAN PRICE S.I.P.

                                       


TY GOD S.I.P. SEAN P