C'mon Billy. come to me. you know I'm waiting. I love you endlessly. c'mon Billy. you're the only one. don't you think it's time now. you met your only son.
You are weak, I am strong. And Ive done nothing but lead you on, she said. . Drove around all night, stoplights were interminable. But I get along all right as long I dont have to interact.
I had a lovely brunch with Jesus Christ.. He said, "two words about inanity: fundamental christianity.". The food was very nice.. But then He had to go and die for my sins and stick my ass with the check..
My first name Angelene. Prettiest mess you've ever seen. Love for money is my sin. Any man calls, I'll let him in. Rose is my colous, and white. Pretty mouth, and green my eyes.
I tend to forget when I drink. I'm doing it again I think. A hand to hold an ego to flatter cause you were the wineskin and I was the bladder. Time passes and events fall away and.
He got lucky one time. Hitting with the girl in room 509. She turned her back on him facing the frame. Said, "Listen Joe, don't you come here again.".
Slow to marry, swift to die. We leave disasters where they lie. I know these lines look crooked on paper. . But I swear I got it straight in my head. And if you're looking for somebody to blame, I recommend the dead.
All alone on the floor. Next to your twin-bed box-spring and mattress. The door is ajar from afar. You can hear bands practicing. . And when they dream they all dream of somebody like you.
Rake up all the leaves in pleasant valley. It's the last day of my visit upstate New York. To pay respects to the old man. . He's still got his sense of humor but his body fails him.
I wish the words would fail me just for once. (Just once). Keep in incommunicado. (You don't say a word). Look for the present tense and come to my senses.
This road leads to Rome. That road leads to ruin. I'm all up in the madding crowd. The general's been screwin' us around. . The land's no longer arable.
Ariella, 7:30, I don't want to get up yet. Listen to the morning music, cursing the alarm you set. As you know, I've never been a praying man. I don't need a God to make me feel all right.
I had visions, I was in them. I was looking into the mirror. To see a little bit clearer. The rottenness and evil in me. . Fingertips have memories. Mine can't forget the curves of your body.
here's something beautiful. now smash it to bits. save your little wheelchair empowerment films. save your swoons, i'm spoken for. it isn't pretty to think so.
The king of the swinging moves is back in town. And everybody's tiptoeing around him. Surround him, as he pounds a silver hammer. Drops a revolutionary grammar.
Away from order, but mind the border. I can't bear another perfect sunrise. A wretch like me, before sleeping. Give me haze displays for days and days on end.
You're doing everything your people said to. I'd hate to be the one to break it to you. It's only sad 'cause it's true. They misled you when they bred you.
Cannot have this, a perfect conversation. Or coast on silence and lowered expectations out the door. You've spent half your life talking trying to get a pause in edgewise.
Jimmy Stewart follows Kim. To where your portrait hangs on a wall. He's such a haunting vision. he forgets his partner's fall. . He jump into the San Francisco bay.
Remember Pericles?. He democratized the city with his mind. A little wisdom never hurt anyone. Tell that to Socrates. Telling the citizens what they needed to hear.