As We Go On With

I Made Practice Runs Down To Skid Row To Get Ready For My Future.

Stay With The Beer. Beer Is Continuous Blood. A Continuous Lover.

Figuring The Average Poet Starts At 16, I Am 23.

The Problem Was You Had To Keep Choosing Between One Evil Or Another, And No Matter What You Chose, They Sliced A Little Bit More Off You, Until There Was Nothing Left.

I Would Certainly End Up Forever Crying The Blues Into A Coffee Cup In A Park For Old Men Playing Chess Or Silly Games Of Some Sort.