empty bottles on a tablebellies full of warmthsalsa and chipsmouths interchange bullshit,stories and opinionsheads in cadence to the beat of the music..
the crack of dawn now just down the street teasing me laughing and mocking eyes drying mind wandering floundering stumbling rambling the cool night ai..
Is there anyone to trust in this world?Is there anyone left without despicable substance of character? There is nothing left that is worth a damn, let..