Iron v Iron.
It helps to skip breakfast.
Too much love, I've wasted my pockets.
You're my number girl.
Final week in Austin. Next stop New York City. I've learned a lot and I've receded from past teachings. Miss my family and friends. Miss the El Paso moon, my intimate twilight and the city lights at night. --Yes, you are welcome. Come back, child. Raul Munoz
“Get a Rise”
I’m searching the paperwork for a friend. In the meantime I keep finding rolled up singles. Waking up with a bloody retainer, the bedside provides no life preservers but the ones you salvage in the night, always left on the taxi ride home. Staring at the fake wood wall paper atop my soul, I’m reminded to visit the hardware store and start anew. No wall hangings but my diploma and a rams head from a safari before I was born. Out of cigarettes but yesterdays buds can save me money and time. Don’t answer the phone much these times. I don’t have company over at all; all business administered outside and they can write me a letter if it’s that urgent. Keep the wolves in the wild. It’s raining and it’s snowing, God can’t make up his mind. My vote is for sun that I could hope to give up my jacket. Found the letter; this boy could howl. – I’m not a healer so why do you ask? I did a shit job burying you and now you ask me to bury your soul. We should crow proof this time. – You asked once how to get blood off bed sheets that you woke up from a bloody nose and if I ever had one. I told you to throw them away, but you never asked how to stop.
“Get a Rise”
I’m searching the paperwork for a friend. In the meantime I keep finding rolled up singles. Waking up with a bloody retainer, the bedside provides no life preservers but the ones you salvage in the night, always left on the taxi ride home. Staring at the fake wood wall paper atop my soul, I’m reminded to visit the hardware store and start anew. No wall hangings but my diploma and a rams head from a safari before I was born. Out of cigarettes but yesterdays buds can save me money and time. Don’t answer the phone much these times. I don’t have company over at all; all business administered outside and they can write me a letter if it’s that urgent. Keep the wolves in the wild. It’s raining and it’s snowing, God can’t make up his mind. My vote is for sun that I could hope to give up my jacket. Found the letter; this boy could howl. – I’m not a healer so why do you ask? I did a shit job burying you and now you ask me to bury your soul. We should crow proof this time. – You asked once how to get blood off bed sheets that you woke up from a bloody nose and if I ever had one. I told you to throw them away, but you never asked how to stop.
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