ive gunned and begun this damn write
the thought-world over
ive pistol-beat and dated; this fine
peice of wood has beaten over me.
there is companionship. the others are casual.
the others dont impress me and i impress myself
through them.
this goddamn write.
im going to be good to you.
ive torn you, i know.
torn little bits of memory out...
you will recover.
i will not be intimidated.
i will be forgiven.
shoot me in my mind
behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.
click here to speak to me.