there should be a song about drunk driving. it should be bluesy and drunk and with all the tottering emotions of twinlking dreams coming in the mind and popping in and out like like twinkling stars they may not even be there. and all that potential of memories coming true so that for once space time fabric warped and those moments when i escaped when making tough love and saw pictures of the future and screamed because GOD DAMN sometimes everything just feels right like the sweating skin of love with no a/c. i've been denying myself for so fucking long. sure maybe i should use something more reliable than fucking scotch to tape up a broken heart and what with all that blood how did stick you ask? fuck you! it hasn't. so i'm ready to come unglued again. and i refuse the siren call of the bars. sticky surfaces that cling to my boots and the warmth of a toilet seat the smell of piss and vomit and i'm still there on my knees snorting it all up. and then back out meandering right up to the juke box and dropping a twenty(a desperately needed twenty) and playing that fucking remake of a stones song....god what the fuck's the name of it. something symphony. and not the devil one. man i need to go back to a world where i have eight thousand albumns all at the touch of a finger. not i've bungled up this poem. christ fuck it forget it enjoy it.
cheers tears and morning beers,
chris
cheers tears and morning beers,
chris
jordan:
david bowie did a remake of a stones song, let's spend the night together, but that was a pretty cool remake........then oh, man, i think GnR did sympathy for the devil......... 
cahrizz:
i remember what it was now...it was bittersweet symphony by another british band. well anyway