I am uninterested in the drab interests that are offered to me. Quality over quantity; my soul bleeds sin. When I was born I had a vision and I am still trying to escape reality. When can we meet for tea? If I knew where home was I would invite you in. Home is where the heart is but I have not yet found a way in. My heart is inside your chest and I only have a penny for the picture show. If I could live eternally I would die trying to escape. Interests are for the damned and I am still digging a hole deep enough to send the hippies straight to hell. The cocaine angel parades at dawn. I had a paradise inside the womb and I still seek revenge for being born.
Verbena "Way Out West"
..Someone I don't have to speak to.
I play music. I have the blues. I like my phonograph. My guitar wants to kill your family. God loves everyone. I think I heard passion one time. Fuck the radio. If you give me your heart and show me your soul I will love your music. If it is real it is beautiful. Hit the wrong notes. Sing out of key. Show me what you feel and I will listen to you for eternity.
I would rather dream of the saints. I shot the Gates of Hell with a Super 8. I would capture heaven if I could afford film.
I lost the remote three years ago. Let me know if you find it.
The Bible. King James does not care about me. A dollar for a sin. We all fall short of the glory of God. If we confess to being born we can burn the witch...I think Abraham Lincoln said that. He did not free the slaves. He started the war. Nothing ever ends. But my subscription ran out and the prescriptions could not be filled.
Eli Whitney invented the cotton gin. He was also an alcoholic. I love everyone but I only like a select few. I have a two-year-old brother. He plays with guns. My heroes are all memories. We live in the past. As soon as a thought enters a brain it becomes a past event. Give my heart back to me please.