Bite the hand that feeds me...

I don't believe I have the teeth to...

Name:
Location: Ill, United States

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Record executive.

Pockmarks for pocket change,
strutting some shit down broadway.
make it better by the morning;
the juice tastes best fresh.
never mind the jaundiced faces...
kind words travel fastest
despite the atmospheric aberrations.
One tall glass of milk, please.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Whatever

i
don't
care
doesn't
bother
me
whine
away