Monday, February 24, 2014


we’re the bad place
when the hash-meat comes through
I ain’t the fortune you want
now singing this song

I know that boring wagon
you gnaw some good
let it steam my heart

a year hiccup
headachin’ for a potty
he took my frame
my scumbag life
people sap their drones
hold on
stuck in low 
Diane Keaton