Death is being good to me he comes around and hangs out sipping my whiskey and smoking my… It’s good that he has given me war… and chosen not to leap out on me
While I struggled to understand how I could possibly be flying, I lost the ability to fly. Just before I came crashing to earth I resigned myself that this was it....i was going to die....
At ringend on june sixteenth ninet… Molly opens her door and Literate Leopold plonks his k… Isn’t it grand to be remembered this way?
due to Nestle’s evil practices ( this work is livicated to the si… in the so-called “third-world in t… Drip, drip, drip says the stand-pi… in the shanty town
Riding through the night on my thr… Green light dancing in the land of… One eye closed and one wise open Runewise led and mantras spoken Over hills and through the valleys
Billy Childish is not some mediochur cunt penning painting lessons for the disenchanted he’s a workman
“One day the inevitable shall come… said the ancients. The moon shall one night rise in t… the moon shall seem like it is on… The animals shall look up afraid
an angel came to guide me but I wa… an angel came to hold my hand but… an angel came to hold me and I was… I was here........all alone my head was my home
As I stand here today...... Bone of my bones, blood of my bloo… Man, son of woman, long before flo… Long before Bible, Torah, Koran Long before war, long before man
I met a man who could recite all t… of the “Romance of the Rose” but… I met a man who could recite PI to one thousand decimal points but could not find a rhyme
As I dip my weapon into the black… of the inkwell and draw up a chamb… of inky darkness and my memory spi… back through time... I am sitting in an underground cottage
There’s an outlaw hiding-out insid… He waits in ambush, till I think… Then swift as lightning on the dar… He’s right beside me, putting out… Yeah there’s a desperado deep insi…
Mirror mirror on the wall Wall Street tremble Wall Street… Projected illusions, pyramid banks In dollar we trust, “no thanks” Global apartheid, Untied states
I made my way to the crossroads at the very edge of town around that magic demi hour when the sun goes down old newspaper headlines
Here I sit on top of my years Lookin’ down on the street Dreams queue bumper to bumper Hipsters pound the pavement With purpose in their stride