Liqour store warfare"So they're calling out you old war dogs huh?" the attendent asked, handing the man his change. It's this damn age Bill thought, these kids don't stand a chance. He leaned against the counter "how'd you know I was a vet?" The attendent blushed and quickly placed his hands in his pockets "s-orry to a-ssume s-ir, but, my dad's a vet, as was his dad, my grandpa I mean, and, well with the announcement and the calls, and the way you held yourslef, I just knew..."Liqour store warfare
Bill smiled, laughed, then stood up-right "You're from a military family then I suppose. Don't worry none, you didn't do anything to offend me, I was the same way when I
Venice RevisitedFeelin' like Chief Broom, black boys in white suits, this time they're on the Boardwalk selling rap CD's to us travelers Takin' our moneyVenice Revisited
Passerbys and bums, artists who won't have any photos taken of them
Graffiti wall, poem wall, Dirty bathrooms Dirty food hall
(W/ every terrosit cashier you can imagine)
Down the street- Pot bust Old men with dread-locked beards askin' me for a nug
college boys on cheap porches,
fake doctors, se
Sweet teeth "and they ache"I catch him as he's leaving, and I take a few fatal steps out the door, each step I take telling me I'll be right back, and every step I take echoes that that's a lie. He's just a silouhette now, it's just like the movies. A hawaiian t-shirt, crumpled tan slacks, leather penny-loafers, and a hat of some sort, a broad, brown fidero, that's all of I've really known of him. He's what you'd expect of an old man, but if you saw him as I do, you'd know he's much more. He's got an old square car, 'cuz you know old men drive old square cars, racing through red lights and stop signs, laughing and coughing at the same time because they've smoked too maSweet teeth "and they ache"
In four days timeIn black and white we set our scene. It's four nights before the heist, and cigarettes are being smoked between sips of coffee. The moons lying low and out of sight, and a cloudy sky covers the stars. Our man is sitting in a casual, black suit across from a lady dressed for a show. They're on the patio, looking out into the city scene, a far away collection of lights and noise. Their ears pick up every sound in the hillside, and they don't talk for quite awhile. Finally, after a sip from her coffee, and a long pause, our lady speaks, each word coming out lazily, and without passion.In four days time
"They've given you a name in ink, the Word-Smit
Till This YearIt hasn’t been till this year She says That she’s felt this way About “hot” cars Something about the engine The roar and the rumble And the way they look When they tear through suburbiaTill This Year
Well if that’s all you’re after Meet me in a decade Right now I won’t be much use But when I’ve played For millions Spilt my blood Across stages Finished being Skinny Poor And out of luck And start being Fat Rich And spoiled Call me up
We’ll go for a ride
SensImi privesc patul inca nefacut Beau din cafeaua cu miros placut Imi vine sa rad necontrolat De acest drum incrucisat.Sens
De ce sunt aici? Ce rost are ca existi? Oare ii pasa cuiva Oare ai putea da lumii ceva?
Suntem doar niste soldatei Ne purtam ca niste robotei Si uitam sa simtim Sa invatam sa iubim...
Acum dragostea nu e eterna Dureaza doar o saptamana Ne trezim din depresii Avem pentru a ce trai? Poate exista ceva suprem Si vom primi tot ce cerem.
Sau
PossibleDear girl,Possible
It's been so long since I've seen you. When we were in love, we were just kids. It wasn't anything then, or it was but now it doesn't seem like anything. We were off and on for so long, I guess you were just my type. But I guess we both changed and we're both different and we're both different types now. Even if we knew each other still, maybe we'd fall apart. We were always slowly falling apart. I never did anything to hurt you on purpose.
It's really strange, the way things happen. If one thing had happened differently then everything would be different. A chance makes a life, and that's overwhelming. &n
Im taking a leave
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