fuck you = i love you

ice to rain sunrise 7:12 a.m.

there is also a silence that's free
like the absence of weight
that sometimes floats away

these are th days
there isn't a candle left anywhere
here's to a sweet horizon tomorrow
for us to look at

the funky popcorn 16 horn comeback now orchestra

the dead zone
the safety zone
a weekend across the hills
a wake through the bright sunshine
a blinding look into a new day
a fraid of the self that you brought to the table

i sail on the atlantic

simple and fearful
set out in the night
when the ocean tries to follow me
i don't put up a fight

let me go
get shipwrecked for real
without all the trouble
on stromboli island

love sums

t-bone kiss mess
the coal of dreams
trips through the cement
of cheetah coca street

dismiss the fresh crest
scream at a mess best

boys all over the ground

i climbed in a lot
we walked around from time to time
i rode a moon on fire
from time to time it was screaming

the death of humor is disgraceful
sometimes when the spirit leaves
its really unentertaining

somewhere/// to from

when you remain lovely with doomsday guy
it makes me want to apologize
but its not my fault

fallin around my head
lead

some more pictures of karl

you cant readwright
dead in a room across a coupla blocks
he just lived over there
real nice kid too
he would walk in once a week
ask for a case of ipa
and i would always tell him how its tasting
with future improvements included
oh, and the dog