Lindsey the lavender of my dreams Who comes to me in the spring From the west Who (in my sleep)— Whom? I introduce to people No talk of knives I see the sun set on the pacific
The Order, De Lama Lamina.
Lara Lindsey Lucas In no order
What is the last word that you will ever say?
We all know that irony Is god making fun of you Then why do I feel so good?
As the punk once said “as the goth once said, ‘Stella was a diver and she was always diving’” With a roach on his ankle Four years ago I punched him in the ribs Cracked him in the ribs I let him go We used to rap together Then I spread myself too thin
Will the plants grow on trash island?
I can’t see a flower without thinking of you This is a city of weeds And when I pick its petal Dry And the bee stings There you are
Ask your parents
What do you believe in?
Someone mentioned a name, I don’t remember the name, I don’t remember who I was talking to or what I was talking to them about. So perfectly though, I can recall their face in my mind.
Tracing the sky from one horizon to another!
You said it.