it's amazing that you're reading this shit.
it's just an avenue that I cross with detail and regret.
I use arrows as pens and vice versa, visceral.
curious, what time where you thinking?
well, Kendra killer, what time do you read this?
because Fridays and Wednesdays are my nights.
and midtown is my mission, unless I am traveling.
better than butter, brand name.
oh no, here comes that Wisconsin again.
and it hurts, but sometimes you just have to be a ghost.
it's for no-one but me to say what time it is.
day after day, how I long for you, my mutiny.
just a man, with stinky socks.
find me smiling, still, with fog find you.
another rattle from the snake, a hundred witnesses.
I had a dream that you had a back.
dirty this love has gone away because I didn't have the.
meaning you didn't give the.
goddamn train tracks have heaven on heaven's purple shirt.
and I am gone, beyond the Mix CD list, but still listening and hoping.