dlackovic
Sin slidk darkness sky sliding by mesas purple on the black backdrop. Orange ember of my Marlboro as i lean stare out the window. Singing a song, "She railroaded me into the poorhouse." Gliding down the Sante Fe alone again.
I only think about my self. over and a over and over. I'm the poster child for daily use. I am what you want to break, what you want to keep, to share, spread destroy wipe out. Stop me stop me. but Oh do you really want to . Late on a saturday night cold and alone do you really want to stop me this need that I provide. the Love and devotion that I bring to you?