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Tuesday, July 14, 2009. Nobody ever said it was going to be easy. Nobody ever said it was a walk down prim rose lane. Nobody ever said it was a bed of roses. And fuck all that shit when your heart is broken. When your life is scattered and shattered apart.
A lot of cross town and time wandering on this one. Wednesday, June 01, 2011. To be tolerant to the intolerant. Is asking to have a knife. Is begging to be stripped. Of our family life and pride. The issue is not me and mine. The issue is not the West. For we have stood on the cliffs of time. And faced Savage test after Savage test. And bury them in the dirt up to their waist.
Somewhere in the garage apartments alley ways streets and desolation there were flowers in the sidewalk cracks. Friday, November 20, 2009. This time goes by so slowly. This drift of sand and sea. This dance of you and me. I see you in the night. I see your blue black hair. I see the signs of light. That say we were there. I can feel you breathing. I still share your smile. I can sense your presence. As I walk along a country mile. You are a precious gift. You are the moons delight.