The sun is just another place by the ocean.
Same shit as yesterday.
Food’s been scarce lately. Mostly get by on coffee, cigarettes.
There’s a hole in my face, things go in, things come out.
I’ve pretty much stuck my nose into everything.
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I'd like to meet:
Bright eyes between the bulls horns.
The sting of the fly bites and bores.
Just another misunderstanding, another stain in the Sunday wash.
Been three days now.
Mostly sunny, barely a breeze.
Sometimes I eat food that makes me sick...today a man got shot in the head.
It's dangerous to smile.
Soon...I think, they're gonna make the animals wear cloths.
Heart broody, contempt, I swallow what I can. So beautiful.
If calamity were a virtue I'd be an honored soul.
But for shit...in the end...I'm just a clown, cause that's how I roll.
Music:
My baby bones...they make me jones.
Sometimes the road behind me...disappears forever.
No turning back now.
We’re here despite all the pain...your dreams, picked white schemes, no such things.
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Movies:
Love, love, love...it makes me sick to the bone. Almost as bad as being alone.
Love is angrily...love is lovingly, love is strangely...love is like a box of poison cherries...with one in the bunch that's not so scary.
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Television:
we sleep beneath the cool shaded sun.
I’m a saint, a pirate, we‘re fools on the run.
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Books:
Drunk, skunk drunk off the tears, mixed in our beers.
Soft warm eyes...confident eyes...vulnerable eyes...a trace of butterflies.
She speaks for a time and their minds row languished, wonderful.
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