When things got druggy and ugly the disgusting keep going. So many thing I'll never remeber, and maybe for the best.
I remember connecting triangles outside an upstate nowhere oasis.
Thinking to myself I could be drinking whiskey.
And then why?
I realized a lot about life then.
Old gold never meant more than smoking those cigarettes with you...
1 comment:
This is the best one so far. I think your short prose is better than your visual work. Keep with it.
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