Concede, child;

The great guiding principle has done nothing wrong.

This case has been under a rock since he

Said-said his skull was cool.

You know what, Composer?

He was a pretty good dancer.

He started something on the outskirts

Along an Appalachian trail with torches.

“People underestimate the fans,” he said once a million times.

He had a place in Vegas at the Hotel Farah where they had a jukebox that played everything, from Patty LaBelle to The Accelerated Mass. Kimono, top-blown volcano, vacant neon rooftops, effortless wise and literate eyes ~ sweeping rare ones ~

Devoted and these days warm.

There he stored dozens of boxes swelling with letters, their echoes scattered in the desert pleading for meteor showers, and all their aching bones, their blood-thirst.

While he was away, all they could do was show stand-ins and mediocre looking doppelgangers.

“Some rock tunes expose lies, other tell you what to do or think, or what everyone’s been doing, or what you already knew but forgot.”

Chris Weige | California, TX. | Share a key intuit