Friends will agree with a pregnant pause. And silently draw out their claws. It's hard to say no to your face. Running away's as easy as running in place.
Everything's a mess. I sleep but don't undress. Drinking all but the Tia Maria. . I never finished any of these books. Hanging open like house plants.
People will tell you where to go. So I've heard it said. I laid down to take a little nap. But there was wet concrete in my bed. . Now you're hanging out your lantern.
You're so far out. That you've gone right in. And you're so turned in. That you've turned right off. . Let's not forget about the reason. Let's not forget about the slow dance.
We're not accustomed. So much to this type of discussion. As we are to a different thing, yeah. . What you bring. To something I don't know about. So please feel free to tell me, to tell me.
John was a metal-headed monster. He caught a piece of the earth. Sometimes he flew off the handle. But that was his handle. . Jack Hammer. C'mon, c'mon good buddy.
Like ghost games. I conjure up pictures of events in my mind. The swearing and the cannons of laughter. Buzz of static counting out time. . What I wish would have happened.
The rain is busting the fog with holes. And you're wheezing like a stricken deer. I will punch the wall with the flash of headlights. Through the spit and beer.