dont forget im a superhero
the other night there were the sounds of flamenco
many nights i close the bar, halfway drunk or not drunk at all
hungry for city folk companions
ok. i work in the suburbs. bottom line.
tonight many things seem to align out of the urgent sweat shed from working for a better quality everyday for the self
and i contemplate the debate for the moment of
whether or not to masturbate.
life is like a bag of homemade cookies a friend gives you at the bar.
you never really know what kind they are because everything resembles (wishfully) chocolate chip, and you never really can guess when a friend is the kind of friend that carries cookies like this around in their pockets, portioned in baggies, and ready to make people melt.
i think ill just fall asleep.
every cookie still in tact.
cranberry macadamia.
many nights i close the bar, halfway drunk or not drunk at all
hungry for city folk companions
ok. i work in the suburbs. bottom line.
tonight many things seem to align out of the urgent sweat shed from working for a better quality everyday for the self
and i contemplate the debate for the moment of
whether or not to masturbate.
life is like a bag of homemade cookies a friend gives you at the bar.
you never really know what kind they are because everything resembles (wishfully) chocolate chip, and you never really can guess when a friend is the kind of friend that carries cookies like this around in their pockets, portioned in baggies, and ready to make people melt.
i think ill just fall asleep.
every cookie still in tact.
cranberry macadamia.