its 3:29 AM. I look out my window at the hot crowded street above. I notice i feel cold and alone. used up like an old bottle. no deposit, no return. people live and die in these apartment compartments.
try and try. but i cant seem to pry my mind from the gutter. gutter brain pushin. FILTHY thoughts. dirty hands workin. diggin nails. let your fingers do the walkin.
Hollywood Diary..... He loved her. He chopped off his left arm. (The Good One) And sent it to her with a box of chocolates. She ate the chocolates and watched T.V. He blew his brains out, picked them up, shoved them back upside his head, made breakfast, ate, and tried again with a renewed vigor and enthusiasm not seen by many..