Category Archives: 10. The Vagabond King

i’m the never ending foil to the coil of the mortal soul fill it up fill it up good she said wanted her mortal coil full of fresh, undamaged soul fill it up fill it up pure she said wanted … Continue reading →

i know how the bottle feels when opened and touched left in the cellar to die or rust the wine that breathes in me stokes the fire of my desires to be bottle-less like before rich off the rain it … Continue reading →

here i am again flyin down a road i’ve never seen 120 mph and the weeds explode into the past as i hold my hand out the window and none of us know where we’re going where we headin only … Continue reading →