I’m the saddest man on the planet dulcet zones become eruptions of death memorizing vocal tones, or numbing distress most ballads, hit home, requiem out of balance such a synergistic release comes from, this basket of malice ill have it to here – 22oz black coffee french press anarchy is best dressed, brown leather, head rest sinning in her black coffee sun dress takes a village to raise a child, theres no one to raise it with us pillaged through blades of grass, photosynthetic assortment spilling your flask til its empty, blood served in a brass veil vivider mass pavilion. mom kept the pictures of dad, still photo album laminating. magnifying glass on an anthill steel razor tandem. Dear, anybody, anywhere who has ears…