

skin song"If only you knew I was using you." Jack didn't care, smiling.skin song
He was vagrant full of spirits of the spirit of a vagrant tuned low in the spiritual lamplight of a rusty freighter manic night.
The darkness before dawn. The insomniac God. Divine semblance of a child's dream.
Floating through the chilly harbor waters of a film shot in New York. Shot with 9mm. "You could use me every time, sugar. Every time."


kidliquid poetry at the pond at dawn sun hangs at the crest in the airborn poison for eternity the place where the strays come to die beneath the pier the trees pour out suggestions to us the romantics the spirits of senile patriots all within seconds fur cakes the rivetskid
its funny how death is such a metaphor come one come all, spend only the money you dreamed of the sun moves not once
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