Si necesitas, otravez. que alguien llore por tu amor... otravez. no me llames, no desgarres tu voz. porque yo, no llorare, no llorare. . no necesitas de mis lagrimas.
But it just looks plain cold from the bottle another part of the ritual standing in the kitchen arms are braced against the counter swallowing like mercury down the drain.
No tricks. Up my sleeve. I kicked the downs. And now I'm clean. No shakes. Up my spine. I beat the speed and I. Dumped the wine. No tracks. That was yesterday.
I got a job in Atlanta in a mall playing Santa. Not because of any talent but because I was the. only one the suit would fit. Everybody shopping, little sticky kids were hopping.
Hey you out there in outer space. You're lookin' at some style and grace. The blood and gutty human race. Well, come on down here to meet us. . And all you sightings up there in the sky.