Current mood:	contemplative
Current music:	Pasty Cline

Writting with Johnny Walker Black
Spewing liquid enables communication and barter
Without lubrication the gears stop
Good looks on the phone
Two cigarettes and an ashtray plays overhead

A laugh and a wedding smile
T.N.T. is on order
With each cure comes the next disease
The train comes to halt

A man prays in the corner
What are you somekinda pussy
The machine swirls water down the drain
"Over me" falls from her lips

Slanted beauty she speaks of with joy
Eternal student of reality
Step into it
Your favorite song is playing

Games are played on both fronts
Rewards for best torture
Saved wars are re-played
What is your ultimate goal?

Guess my name
To play takes at least 6 months
Another one nods in the corner
The marketing is not pursued

Dreams fall fast
Truth rings like a change in class
She moves in everyway I imagined
Her form makes men

If I were a writer
I would find perfect words