"Jazz on bones deliverance mix."
"Split in two, tattooed and lonely."
"The finest queen felines in the city are after his tail."
"Six rounds of hellbound sound echoing off the bricks in the promised land."
"Scars hide the pain behind ice blue eyes."
"The place smelled like old sex and stale booze."
I once was lost But met someone that Showed me the right path Even if it was left A thought provoking madman That lived under a tree With an antisocial fragrance Day drinker blues and A walking stick Made of old stale bread He muttered words That smelled bad Behind a candy corn smile In … Continue reading “Talking to Myself in Public”