Say farewell, g'night, sonny Jim. In your defenseless, winning smile. What do you hope to win?. And bliss face down, defended. . Well, now stoned demon John.
Moodswing whiskey. Drank it all in the trailer. Waiting for the dark to move in. Sitting in my step-sister's kitchen. Horseflies on the window sill. Eyes trained on the lemon peeler.