Is filling herself with Bukowski,booze and the familiar feeling of self destruction,all wrapped up
in one neat, little package.
Teetering on the edge of Ego and Id,
Cowering in the shadows on The New World Order
and riding on the coat tails of Early World Man, I slip and fall.
Crack my head open on the kitchen floor, prove to you that I have brains.
in one neat, little package.
Teetering on the edge of Ego and Id,
Cowering in the shadows on The New World Order
and riding on the coat tails of Early World Man, I slip and fall.
Crack my head open on the kitchen floor, prove to you that I have brains.
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absconding_:
If you only had a heart,,,
petsound:
Sounds like a typical evening for me.