Tiny Stories

Don't rip on his fringe It's his tradition. Dyed with a tinge Of perdition. You have a beard He has a fringe You...

Roll Forth You Stormy Tide Roll forth you stormy tide And wash my mind Clean the pollution From my stinking life How many...

My Will To Power Is Dead The dwarf of gravity's in a thong The townsfolk left to smoke a bong That science wasn't gay enoug...

This is a tribute to a friend of mine who writes songs and does everything real quick. If you go out into the scene you'll meet a ma...

Reflective Tabard The red lipstick ran out before I could finish writing. I had to get the cleaner from the kitchen. I got distract...