Man

Living in Alphabet Town, New York City

Born on September 24th

There's no end; there's no glory; there's a slow resounding story. There's no place to feel certain; there's no body waiting for me. There's no stand of trees, no morning; there's a curve without a warning. There is weird and lasting sadness; there's no large and lengthy warming. There's no heat; there's no expansion; there's no door into the mansion. Lengthy warming, sweet removal, sweet expanse sweet and substantial. There's no flesh; there's no fingers in my hair; I see a tunnel.There's no end; there's no glory; there's a slow resounding story. There's no place to feel certain; there's no body waiting for me. There's no stand of trees, no morning; there's a curve without a warning. There is weird and lasting sadness; there's no large and lengthy warming. There's no heat; there's no expansion; there's no door into the mansion. Lengthy warming, sweet removal, sweet expanse sweet and substantial. There's no flesh; there's no fingers in my hair; I see a tunnel.