"May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house." -George Carlin
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Enough already she told me to say. He said to end my attraction to the past and find adventure. He touched her pink shirt with warm fingers of love and I finally knew he was where he should be. Leaving me with the cobbler, staring at my shoes, and calculating the cost before I even asked. finding what I need while smoking cigarettes and drinking whiskey. the moon coaxing me to leave myself and run with the wild dogs, in search of the lost path. If you hear my story cry for me, smile for me rescue me...