my life in robes |
my life in robesafter a while you can't tell if it's missing a woman or needing a cigarette and later on if it's night or day then suddenly you know the time you get dressed you go ...
Posted by fun & james on Thu, 24 Jan 2008 12:23:00 PST |
tell the stripper. |
your close enough to touch.
Posted by fun & james on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 12:52:00 PST |
Rider's Song (1860) |
In the dark of the moon, the highwaymen's moon, spurs sing out.
Dark little horse, Whither away with your dead rider?
...The harsh spurs of the motionless highwaymen who lost hold of...
Posted by fun & james on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 12:26:00 PST |
