Merry Christmas

Linus and Lucy

An octopus snatches a submarine
But a shark spots them
Beneath the dark ocean
Yet no one thinks about the man inside.

Terrifying.

Washed up in Bleach

I prayed on the unmovable, yeah.
Clinging to the Adam's of rock Singing seas,
just smooth signs of change.

On Melancholy Hill

It's natural to be afraid. Just pray that the Hull cracks and say goodbye to your Last known surroundings. Maybe I'll send you a Postcard from 1952...

With tired eyes, tired minds, tired souls, we sleep.

It's how your ears feel after spending six days at the bottom of the ocean. It's feels just like that first breath after a coma. And when a person notices the birth and death of a day, in that moment, you realize that the earth is not a cold, dead place.