Cryptic Writings

Crux Sancta Sit Mihi Lux, Vade Retro Satana.

Lots and lots for us to do.

If she’s electric, can I be electric too?

There’s something inside you.

It’s hard to explain, they’re talking about you boy, but you’re still the same.

Her Dripping HoneyComb

is good, so good.

I’m hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin

i need a telecaster. Another one.

Wicked Felina.

The girl that I love.

Si no hay galope se nos para el corazón.

Hasta los huesos solo calan los besos que no has dado.

Before we talk about any repentance.

Try walking in my shoes.

Here is a plea from my heart to you
Nobody knows me as well as you do
You know how hard it is for me to shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue in situations like these.