homelestness

i have no license to drive my social security number has no card ive tiled my pizzeria but my accountant is gone and ive no insurance there is an abundance of food trust but who gives a shit noonereally ? i v e needed to live somewhere for quiet a while

never let me go

i've came into my own outside space comfortable with uncomfortable sly debris in a rolling rural sculpture rambling with gambling with losing and now conquering stuffplacethings

the summit from the bottom place thing.

boot cut

sub urban place

brothers

brass balls are freedom we've felt like kike's for a long time this is all we know suffered while we've prayed in

no more slacks

stewed in a sex dream that's been hard to imagine while perfection's fresh in your rearview those cunt's always try and break you while you're winning or killing or whatever they're calling it thankfully i'm only bruised in theory as i warded off the slippery gems due to newfangled mantras and cunning slouchness

golden arches transcended(5)