Jack clean shaved and away from the city mixes alas one more Rum prior to pass out.His mouth saturated by evening smoke and bad dream, he reaches for his stylo and paper to document the sounds of air conditioning and bugs, the cactus and ice in his plastic cup, the smell of resent in a country so rich a million dollars won't touch base. Jim told him it would cost,he blind, went into the wind. Old Fraser back home laughing drunk on Speckled Hen, further ahead than he knows and Bishop with his boundaries and camera, snapping stills and living his dream, Jd strumming his guitar in Nashville all the while Jack mixed up thinking so far ahead that he meets himself somewhere in between.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Jack be Nimble
Jack clean shaved and away from the city mixes alas one more Rum prior to pass out.His mouth saturated by evening smoke and bad dream, he reaches for his stylo and paper to document the sounds of air conditioning and bugs, the cactus and ice in his plastic cup, the smell of resent in a country so rich a million dollars won't touch base. Jim told him it would cost,he blind, went into the wind. Old Fraser back home laughing drunk on Speckled Hen, further ahead than he knows and Bishop with his boundaries and camera, snapping stills and living his dream, Jd strumming his guitar in Nashville all the while Jack mixed up thinking so far ahead that he meets himself somewhere in between.
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tangled up in desires, old useless fishing line, hallucinations and heat, turning on a happiness so short lived even the stash of good ice can hardly crackle anymore it's so f-ing jaded
these testimonies are welcomed essential truths
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