theres a murderer out there killing sunshine driving a big old plain into the blue sky and he giggling with a windpipe and a hard shelled crab on his shoulder clicking out the worn dialog of two sisters at a soda fountain under a bridge asking questions of the blue uranium and exloding everywhere someone will let him
rock a bye baby baby baby baby baby baby why keep your eyes closed when you were made to go blind and wine and dine and walk and sing and tell me your secrets and do things other than laying there collecting lives
lets discuss our book club because i'm missing my bus to the american paris where everywhere we can climb a bridge
lets rent a boat and go drown all the new york accented people we know.
lets eat cold rolls with bits of olives inside of them.
and fall asleep on the floor.
man o' man.
shoot i got white powder blasted all over me at work today, and i dont know how it got there, it must have something to do with all the people made out of flower and crack covered dollar bills. i should sta
one of the most important things in life is learning how to spell the word cocoon. and when you finally have it right, you think you spelt it wrong all along because it looks african and you look like an ashkenazi jew.
i dont know what ive been doing lately. i should learn how to pilot a ship. like a captain, with a big cigar stuffed inside of a pipe like a big indian chief hiding inside of a totem po
