… just at the onset of getting things together.
i'll swear off this shit forever.
knotweed i can't shake off into the incinerator
just at the onset of getting things together
waiting for the knock: interrogator
on return, the boxcars seemed a lot lighter.
migraine today. lights / slurs / numbness
then it fades.
helpless feeling - we've had it for days.
gushing recollection - formative stage.
smelled like theft.
smelled the best.
nothing could fit better; just at the onset of getting things together.
Track Name: Witch Hunt
tell me - how did blue-collar bruce get to be known as "the boss"?
and if this schedule's not right, how do i know if i've just missed the bus?
because i've been hearing smatterings: things about midlife
something about an expiry date at one score, ten and five
i know second-hand accounts can be vague so i should probably say:
if a day has the power to 'make' and equally 'break'
then i seriously question your intentions in the first place
but i suppose we've got our different gauges of what makes this worth it all:
meteoric reports notwithstanding, i'll stand out in the shower fall
because i've started to exorcise my demons
and now they're super fit (after treadmilling it)
so i can't outrun it. and there's no way i can set a sell-by date on this shit.