There's flash of dead eyed in these horse faced hours of ours. Don't let this be how I'll be remembered. . The truest humanity seems to be in dialogue.
When you come around, everything else disappears.. My ears disappear.. When you come around, everything else vanishes.. . The crowds slowly fade when you come around..
Natives have a name for me but I can't remember what it is. Some fucker took what's mine and now he's acting like she's his. Your shifty friend gave you a cactus for a gift.
Winter isn't much here. Just a flinching scent of gray. Though the grasses all look jaundiced. And the poplar branches flayed. Ooh oh. The poplar branches flayed.
Aren't you sick of the con?. Not quite home and loneliness. They're expecting so little. Can't feel the miracle. . There's zombies licking your window.