All these days. I'll forever cherish. In the confines of my heart. The faces of ten years ago. Like fingerprints on my heart. How can I breathe when fear chokes my every breath?.
Spoken. It is, in the end, whatever the Hell I want it to be. And when I'm through with it, it's gonna blow a hole. This wide, straight through the worlds own idea of itself.
Hey!. Hello baby, Conway here. Let me lay this in your ear. Get ready to go. We gonna roll about sundown. . I got some boogie woogie music. On the old 8-track.