A Sunday Read..

It's a tall pier, too tall for the sailors to reach which makes their docking a mess. And while we, the makers of the pier, laugh and drink real bourgeoise like, we notice what we've done..There's a t...
Posted by Hard-core Troubadour on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Message to the Creditor...

Charred branches dangle while the razor lies hot on the brim of the tub. "This pleasant chardonnay may have poison in it, which is fine by me." He sang, "it seems to be doing a fantastic job as an...
Posted by Hard-core Troubadour on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

I wrote something for you. You should read it...

The conclusions has shown me it's incorrigable/inevitable face. And now my king lie face down on it's weary head. Though, my opponents eye's are still covered, and soon the viel will have to come ...
Posted by Hard-core Troubadour on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Sample my Shoe.

It took two tries for me to finally get it. But I did. I got it. But my decision to drop it was too overwhelming. (The better something is, the harder it is to justify-some. body.) Now, a ricochett...
Posted by Hard-core Troubadour on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Succor

Consecrate the liars(the words). And take me into your home. For I have sinned, and feel no abasement. Exclusion is the act of those that oppose will never experience happiness. These are the word...
Posted by Hard-core Troubadour on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Methylphenidate Remorse.

"Better tie up the ropes", he said. "This is gonna be a big one" The clouds seem to bow and drape on this already desolate terrain. Allowing the fulfillment of total earthly control to set in. This i...
Posted by Hard-core Troubadour on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Another shot of Hell!

Prayerie time again. I some of you know. They're long. They're cold. They seem to bring out some kinda faux longing for new surrounds, when in actuality, the only thing that changes is your view. An...
Posted by Hard-core Troubadour on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Summer Discomfort...

I think it's funny my first lonesome group of hours in months seems to be the hardest longest hours I've ever had. Rearing it's head, this sickly, "day time disease" has wrapped it's thin legs a...
Posted by Hard-core Troubadour on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Pre-meditated body submissions...

There aren't few, who, through many acts carnal gymnastics, have experiences. Proper and time consumed are those that wait, frivolous and lack-incorruptability are they that eternaly seek reward and d...
Posted by Hard-core Troubadour on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Merry X..

Take out smell and looks. Take out thorns and hooks. Take out butter and drama. Don't use the stapler on Tara. Give me grief and persuasion. Make her dull and caucasian. Please don't belittl...
Posted by Hard-core Troubadour on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST