Break rocks all day and get ahead.
Better get food. The aching desperation of it all will gnaw itself out of my stomach.
Yes, and it's hopeless.
Arsenic treated lumber, president fighting for peace, sureal sound bytes 'Bring em' on'.
The faint fart smell.
I recall the texan who married Aimee. Seemingly just a good ol' boy. Pentacostal. Has his own still. Smart, military, likes bush and can quote scripture.
Said I overthink things. Smart guy.
Went to the strip club, too. Corn haired skanks, children playing at being sooo sexy. Michelle was a dear. Sweet whore, how much for how much?
Strech marks and the smell of cigarettes. Matt's birthday today, now 21.
Kyle being smooth with the nice girls. One has this trick with some matches, seemingly seductive, two on her tits, one in her twat.
Tits in my face. God I love naked women.
Whiskey face likes drinking turpentine, thinking about getting out my box of winter clothes, little time this morning, little room in my closet.
Breath like mustard gas, take the rust off a car.
All the living things of the world, radiating electricity, they look and despair. The world changes from the weight of their breathe, it changes with their shit and with their love, it changes. Expelled from eden, no longer to walk animalistically through the forests.
If I could free myself of my mortal stuff, and flow to the whim of change...
To see beyond my armchair, see beyond my feet. Beyond doubt and rage, all abstraction fleeing as a dream flees the morning.
It's getting late, time for work.
Better get food. The aching desperation of it all will gnaw itself out of my stomach.
Yes, and it's hopeless.
Arsenic treated lumber, president fighting for peace, sureal sound bytes 'Bring em' on'.
The faint fart smell.
I recall the texan who married Aimee. Seemingly just a good ol' boy. Pentacostal. Has his own still. Smart, military, likes bush and can quote scripture.
Said I overthink things. Smart guy.
Went to the strip club, too. Corn haired skanks, children playing at being sooo sexy. Michelle was a dear. Sweet whore, how much for how much?
Strech marks and the smell of cigarettes. Matt's birthday today, now 21.
Kyle being smooth with the nice girls. One has this trick with some matches, seemingly seductive, two on her tits, one in her twat.
Tits in my face. God I love naked women.
Whiskey face likes drinking turpentine, thinking about getting out my box of winter clothes, little time this morning, little room in my closet.
Breath like mustard gas, take the rust off a car.
All the living things of the world, radiating electricity, they look and despair. The world changes from the weight of their breathe, it changes with their shit and with their love, it changes. Expelled from eden, no longer to walk animalistically through the forests.
If I could free myself of my mortal stuff, and flow to the whim of change...
To see beyond my armchair, see beyond my feet. Beyond doubt and rage, all abstraction fleeing as a dream flees the morning.
It's getting late, time for work.
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and wahoo for another wisconsin person! welcome to the lovely world of SG.
yes, come!
but i thought you said eric didn't want to? you're invited, in any case.
oh yes, and i can relate. i also love the naked women. how can you not.