thecowboy

.whaddaya know..its the weekend and i dont have to work and im fuckin sick..stupid. im too sick to be around that cowgirl even..ive hung up the chaps and pistols, and my hats on a hook in the stable..its just me drinkin straight tobasco and hidin in the sauna, tryin to burn it all down..dont try to kiss me, youll get it too..

.lets go surfin together someday..

..drifting snow. low light on horizon..blowing soft and low across wide brim of hat. cold wince of the eyes, breath smokes to the west..storm sneaks into nite. leather crisp with quick rythmn of hooves..down the white trail and winter finds us. brisk with ice on the rifle..grey deadwood crackles in campfire. wild and found, rustlin in its twilight of silence.

..i want to know where you would go..anywhere?..everywhere?..or just plain over there?..tell me, and then, shut up..


..router down, so, i cant beeee hear kwite as mutch..good, then i dont have to see yer punck arse..

...shhhhhhhh..im thinking..

..i have this strange appetite for insult..get creative you fuckin lousy puke..

..go ahead, do it..

..because there's a rope and rodeo in everyone's day..and at the end, after sundown, hang up the hat and dust off the chaps..reckon then its all cowboys an cowgirls, gettin close at the campfire..screwin, fuckin, screamin and hollerin'..as its crackles and snaps in the canyon under a coyote moon..

..wow..everyone give it up for NicoleLee..damn..

..the sky, the mountains, the surf..these are the real life adventures, and a short walk on this planet earth..imagine the canyons, the cowgirl, the rivering of life and its wide smile of possiblities..a deep sigh for the everlasting sunsets, and the rope and spur of her eyes..