January 2008
5 posts
On The Road To Hell
I don’t know the name of this town, but for tonight it is my home.
NO SHADOWS, NO REFLECTONS HERE
This is my last morning in the house that I’ve called home for 2 years. Soon I will have the road beneath my wheels and Louisiana in my sights. It is said that the south has a magnetic pull on all that have lived there, whether they like it or not. It is said that the south will pull you back no matter what you do to escape it. I feel pull only towards a small town at Iowa’s edge. I...
Sleepy
The room is finally fully packed. I am so sleepy. I hope nothing eats me alive as I sleep. Sweet dreams.
"My Cuntry Boner . . . it WONT GO DOWN!"
Artists are not your slaves. They can do what they please.
