i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
every doughnut tastes like tauntin… classmates laughing and making jokes at your expense every slice of pizza reminds you
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is
when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair
you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made