mshaaw
She's turned into a blow fish. I said something stupid, I can't remember what. But now, how she swells. I'm in the dog house tonight, sleeping on the couch.
Cool smoking that joint. Cool wearing those tights. Cool listening to that band. Cool not caring. Cool failing. I don't think I want to be cool.
Ahead of him, the road rose. It fell. It wove through the hills. Would he follow it? He'd better make his choice soon. He was loosing blood. His wound was open, getting infected. He would die soon.