you’re not gonna have it every day some days will just be dry and itchy and all kinds of sad— a mental wasteland…doesn’t mean it all won’t…
The road, we were eating it! Flying byGreater Bendigo on a Wednesday afternoon.
I lost heart in half-hearted half-measures
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Truth Of A Green Bulb
my head is a saxophone solohowling over the curb,dangerous down the sidewalk.