9.11.2007

Night sounds

Calling mcqueen.

I'm heading out the devil and i need a bit of that old american sinking to the bottom of the barrel and back up through the sunset soft smoke grins before i see him.

I need an awl. a lust. a hammer. the good fuck off the blackened barstool fortune.

Restless city legs.

Warm breasts lifting my worn station head passed emptied cigarettes and bottles stacked as high as her blood.

Then i'll be happy.

Then i can sleep.

Little Animal.mp3

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