escapo:
oh, comely
escapo:
tuesday afternoon in the ghost museum
escapo:
mariachi music all night barely covers up the screaming
escapo:
i'm holding on
escapo:
at her sleepy silver door
escapo:
not since gods of old walked the earth
escapo:
like a slow-motion car crash
escapo:
thoughts linger on like a rash
escapo:
the real truth about it is, my kind of life is no better off
escapo:
mustard-yellow kenmore of the apocalypse
escapo:
lift your skinny fists like antennas to heaven.
escapo:
chevron.
escapo:
kicked.
escapo:
the cows came home.
escapo:
county line.
escapo:
formerly ranchero.
escapo:
cold drinks
