i pull up to the front of your driveway, with magic soaking my spine
killers
killers
i'm due. i'm due but good. and i feel like a loaded gun. i feel like the big drop on the mega roller coaster. stomach in my mouth, flames coming out of my ears. i'm due...damn it. i'm...
and it's coming. the big "monsoon". we're all ready, we've hit the store for bread and yodels and anything to widen our ever increasing asses and mush brains. we are the dead. we are...
and if only we knew what dogs know. if we only aspired to be as wise as cats...
and i'm here. then i'm not. but i know, i'm really not missing that much. there's nothing here but words. and sometimes they're interesting or better with a few beers. sometimes, nothing can save them...not even...