hell-on-a-stick

Look, damn you, I only came here to do a thing. The night had its moment, its breath and you, you had a temper, a tempter and it was all bare. A leg, a thin, a meandering lot full of weeds round your head and there you go off that way barely, still noticing. Here, an advice. untempt your suffering. mooch off your visions. wrap your self(es)Vests a(door)((n))round simple Do what comes is (not better nor worse) than(k) Tear a hole, meat filled water. Do a thing. can you.

I have drawers for bullets and flowers and leaves. The rain sometimes comes more sometimes than other times. The sun sneaks out and splatters waves on the wall; trees in the wind. Bullets, flowers, leaves. The world here is made of rocks ground down some and some leave me to wonder about the works of simple men that do so little, not even as much as the rocks. Bullets, flowers, leaves. Spring in Winter Winter in Summer and Fall never, with the sea angry at your elbow and the people the people the people who drive the roads back and forth howling the pavement to the next whatever that cannot ever arrive. Bullets, Flowers and Leaves.