12 November 2008


Burr I need glasses cold out fuzzy lettering experience talent adventure coming in and out behave that's mine pen distortion maybe beginning dyslexia sick circus plate shotgun pal lest quiet destroyer noise pollution numbed me down to the flux ache bones ache i am not living a lie i love i lie we dive i gave up guess on my penmanship i needed my hand gone by tomorrow i am listening to the radio mother fucker of poverty