The freeze up came after early dreams and beat the alarm clock. So where was the dark cloud? I tucked it in the night before, I looked behind everything. The mirror was daydreaming, my refection as holy as cops at strip clubs, not quite sick and not quite well--this was not heaven, was not hell. We’ll rendezvous at the end of this last cigarette and run to the clean air capitol of the world. We’ll shoot the shit with cap guns so no words hit the page, that’s clean living. Lift heavy things in a way that never hurts--all smiles no sunburns.
missed my last post and still wanna be added to the new journal? just PM me at expel or check the last post, and i will add you. just as a warning, i will be unadding everyone sometime by the end of this week, so... no offense and all that. ♥