The less I needed, the better I felt.
i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.
People empty me. I have to get away to refill.
the tigers have found me and I do not care.
Where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die.
It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.