bonfires

be slow and


misery

and the banjo plucks that draw you near to



the fire


kill me.
no don't.

the difference between
very nominal


we're very nominal around here
just names and cloaks for bullets
little dust covers for what you always wanted
to kill




i don't care about your friends or the lives you've had.


The world of the bitter man is the world of exhaustion.

I'm sick of waiting for everything but I don't demand.