shivers because once is a lifetime; nobody will ever be quite this.
so what to say and how best? not a trademark when breath is a signature; the quest, our literature; and to rest is why we’re sure the hold of each other, what’s said from one to another, even the silent look of our brother is worth any damned destined mess,
On a scene she would laugh with the crowd. I didn’t know how. Were the jokes funny? I didn’t know how they were jokes. But I’m a serious guy who thinks everything is funny. So when I laugh, I fucking gut it out to a seriously hard-picked Cosby sweater for some thirty below. If I had a job, I’d show up like I used to. Gravel truck without a driver’s. I can still rock. And lifestyles are for shivs.
Woman, I got addiction, be more than affliction, illin myself in the mean while, deterring myself in the real while. Just hole on, do the right and forget they do. Hold up that hood and keep, just keep, just keep. Keep.
It was clear because I grew you solitude. I was definitely alone and I had my face to show for. I used to hate me, too. I got better and even liked how we were gone. It was clear that good people found others. All the right people find another. And I just love that you think. Think about me. I might write you. Write you but you’d discover. Me well.
gumshoe featherbrain turns a page, mystery at hand, and thinks he is reading. hot dog in the other, he spends more time enjoying some eating. good fucking book, he says to himself muffled by the bun, onion squeezed out into his cuff.
Made an imbecile outta myself. Said many things. Said those things with the only way I can. They must matter. Made a fool outta my possibility. Smile about it. Walking places, alone and always, thinking of times I did things and smiling. Tell anyone you love them coz you can. And if they’re as crazy, feel them out. Never mattered where. Only what I’ve said right inside the ear.