So this is the book I am currently reading. A little strange that I haven’t read it already? Minus the mutated thumbs, I practically was Sissy Hankshaw as a child! And now more then ever I am seriously considering moving to Eastern Montana and starting a Goat Ranch. Coincidence? I think not.
I’m changing my name to Jellybean….
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Toothache and heartache.
Potatoes and beer.
Bald head, fuzzy beard
And a world in-between us.
Dogs with no owners
Must beg for their food.
The cats are a crying
And you listen to them.
Blue sky, blue ocean.
Horizon is vacant.
Never again to smell your sweet scent.
Thousands of miles
Have stolen you from me.
Time to remember
You’re not even there.
Dug from the earth
The flower of our wild love.
Planted in a pot
And it died in 11 days.
Pee Soup
Oh Dear,
How I want to shit in your mouth
And then make you swallow.
To give you a taste
Of what you’re doing to me.
Devil Dog From Hell
25 years old, and I had never seen a vulture.
Now 100 or more are circling my head,
Begging me for dinner.
Sweet hell,
I’m half tempted to give them
A taste of me.
Found out last night
My lovers been whoring
With the demon of pleasure.
Now I know how it feels
To be bitten by my enemy.
I’ve drank my share of two large oceans.
Maybe next time I’ll listen when
She lulls me out to sea?
Problem is,
I never listen.
Least not to the voice of reason
Or anyone who knows what’s best.
Can someone please tell me which direction up is?
What kind of vessel propels you deep into this yonder?
Who has put a leash on you,
My devil dog from hell?
