This grin is shit-eating and fleeting like a catamaran. It fits me better than a smile on a dead man. Watch the hands of the ticking clock for emotional
in rust we'll rule it with an iron fist behind a drum beat again it's all over you motherfuckers the moral to story is shit to a rug two fingers up if
It's been years since I sold my soul. What a life: no advice and no guidance. Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job with the pumps and the
blasts will not mask a stage act unnatural. Those timed jumps cause merch bumps, now guests list the suits. And past the smoke hangs the backdrop, crowd screams
Run, motherfucker, run. Will you jump with me through the fire? In these dark places evil hosts pad their savings, spent on younger faces. It kills
upend the happiness of idiots in minutes; they clutch their jewelry tight and say "How lucky am I!" And like a drunk spills boons on his varsity letter, can we forgive a
end when it kills to look your way; the striped noose, the number 2 fade the classic case I took a piss on every ocean, so fuck the world I made a mess
Come on. The ringer got the wolf in a headlock. The trainer took a quick shot of Russian. In one motion, the fight called. Above the ringing were the
drag you through the mud we'll vilify your slanderings while you're under the gun a most hideous thing, denial pardon me, thanks a lot thanks a lot
without a catch the last grocery bags stacked up in a pile a laundry sack; scratched up for the automat the cats figure that you'll be gone for a while
just waiting in a room. I only sleep but half the time. I am berating onlookers now, silently greeting pleasant eyes. Hello. I am just waiting in a
birthday card with the boxing nuns. Fake a heart attack. Dodge the mortars. It's Therapeudic. Pugilistic. Fisticuffs Is anybody with me? I'll act just like I care
got liquor and gun stores torching this city down I had a thought and I lost it it was a monument, decent and pure took out a razor and made my own picasso
Seeking out an honest living soul checking every body for a pulse lifting every eyelid for a glimmer of evil left to give meaning to meaningless that
when i get drunk i lie some dummies got the affluence to match their madness started off at a size eleven, moved to cohasset, built a dollhouse for a
