my cloth aint made of stone, doesnt hold up well under fire either. But its warm enough for me, Wont last forever, an thats one thing to be thankful for at least in this fandango world of miracles n evermores, , I aintr cut out for forevers, muddlin through a few decades has made enough mess of what started out to be a beautiful life, cant imagine it gets more fooked up than it already is, n holdin onto a sense of humor would be damned impossible for a body over 150 years, if not a third of that n its already slippin into shine an stinkpots. nope mortal cloth whatIm cut from, an them expectin ap[olkogoies fpor that can just go fly a kite, hurts my head my heart n soul all this livin n the meddlin noisesome world what comes with it , too much for this poor boy to take, enough is enough, n this is enough, besides , ifn them gods n devils cant gettheir own shit straighten out between em with forever to go, , it sure as hell aint my truck to put in on that noise neither, i got folks both sies of the river , n truth be told been pushed aside by all of them until its a surprise if a fella can stand himself let alone the rest of the family , not too mention the goddamned world n its noise , nope bunch of malarkey simple as that n reconcili9ng it to yortuself with fear n apologoes dont make no never mind nor clean er up n make that stink smell sweeter,
Posted on: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 16:09:14 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015