I Guess It’s Better Than Pickin Cotton |
It was like makin that call to the devil to cut that deal. As every number was hit the make-up was placid but with cold introspection all while looking at the scrap of paper that had his name on it. N... Posted by Bob Rue and The Lonley Hearts Of The Purple Stage on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 02:28:00 PST |
Bright Fucking Light |
I tried all the back lash madness I could understand, I went a runnin straight into the rose and back out again, I came at you like I thought was right then there was this bright fucking light you kno... Posted by Bob Rue and The Lonley Hearts Of The Purple Stage on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 04:21:00 PST |
Bye Bye |
Yea I'm sick of the broads on the make standing like sentinels on corners with shrouded histories and looks of cold permanence, creepy, sullen with dimes in there pussy waiting for the numbers to hit,... Posted by Bob Rue and The Lonley Hearts Of The Purple Stage on Sat, 28 Jun 2008 08:34:00 PST |
Goldfish In The Bag |
Goldfish in the bag while that poor fool has yellow fever. He moans for that feel, gets crazy for that kinda deal, some say he might even be gay as he hangs out in nail salons with ulterior motives. A... Posted by Bob Rue and The Lonley Hearts Of The Purple Stage on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 01:40:00 PST |
It Must Be Nice |
It must be wonderful to be loved for who you are. Like married and not have to be sexually desired all the time, just as is without putting a suit on or wearing make-up. All the weird noises, odd tang... Posted by Bob Rue and The Lonley Hearts Of The Purple Stage on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 01:44:00 PST |
WTF |
It's gay day in LA with nine homicides registered. The queers are dancing and the homeys are glancing around the corners for that next kill. ... Posted by Bob Rue and The Lonley Hearts Of The Purple Stage on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 01:45:00 PST |
Tragic White Fur |
The sweetness of a lady on the skids as she sees a cute dog she wants to pet is altogether tragic. Muttering some words with a smile that recalls more secure times, like when she was a little girl wit... Posted by Bob Rue and The Lonley Hearts Of The Purple Stage on Sun, 08 Jun 2008 06:23:00 PST |
The Pig That Flew |
The landscape was burning and wicked with all the associates I thought I had had long shown there true colors of want and avarice. So I walked off into my dissolution and found myself to be adrift in ... Posted by Bob Rue and The Lonley Hearts Of The Purple Stage on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 04:46:00 PST |
Hey Question Mark! |
Hey Question Mark do you wanna buy a baby duck, bunny or how bout a chick or two? They're on 8th Street around Broadway right next to Libros Revolucion where Subcomandante Marcos secretly visited last... Posted by Bob Rue and The Lonley Hearts Of The Purple Stage on Thu, 22 May 2008 06:50:00 PST |
Ms. Vicoden and Mr. Penicillin |
Swimming in the pill factory with my friends Ms. Vicodin and Mr. Penicillin, they are clever folks especially the lady, she makes everything seem OK, not as good as sex but better than a back massage.... Posted by Bob Rue and The Lonley Hearts Of The Purple Stage on Tue, 20 May 2008 06:04:00 PST |