Dastardly takes a turn for  the obvious

According to him he's the best and only
The street is whispering to everyone that qwestion is coming back again

He has only one home
It is always nearer

Today the pain is quite palpable
It wears no disguise
Bears no pretense
Speaks no lie

Qwestion is my best ever companion
Always better than I
No matter who drags who from the fire

There is qwestion
A rumor now
but becoming
Every day our house closer to real shelter
Closer to home

Want a drink
a couple of smokes
a girl to love with

I quit all three

Two by choosing to
I think

I will do myself a favor
Give the girls another whirl

Like a tiger by the tail
Like a ride
Over the moon
Like nothing ever mattered
Mmmm
Yeah, that's her

Make me crazy with her need
For loving on
Make me smile every time
Make my whole day better
All the way
Make the day a song
I'm in her sway

We're all the way...
Wrong

Money matters and work
Leave me feeling anxious and awkwardly wondering
What is it that I love to do most?

Burnt out brain, broken body, not even 60 years here and wishing I wasn't this souls host

Quitting would be easier than finishing my list of ****-tasks that I can't afford to hire someone else to do.

Pointless progress. Selling my soul for dollars...pitiful

Rust is what I'm made of.
That should tell you something.

Rarely inspired,
exceptions being; love of rocks and music and the things that make my love of those things more accessible

I believe that the frequency at which things vibrate is indicative of their nature.
Especially when focused on over a period of time, no less than...next time

I'm quite nervous naturally.
I don't really fit in or feel connected, mostly, I guess

The sum of those parts being equal to or less than the fact that I really don't care what you think about me or the way that I operate. I adore freedom as a sovereign individual. Which means that I  would defend another's personal sovereignty as my own
As it should be.
As above so below.

And then there is the easy confidence that I am an innately decent person. I cherish loyalty and adoration of someone else. I can be impressed with etiquette, manners and control of ones composure.

I loath bullies and predation upon children and the innocent. I know what I would **** and die and live for.

I am not a stranger to oaths, covenants or agreement.
I am familiar with honor but cannot claim it.
Courage neither

I am familiar with failure and loss and grief and may lay claim.

I miss my kids. I missed being a father because I was full of self pity and my mouth was full of lies.
There are reasons but they are lies.
I simply failed as a father
I feel destitute when I think of it.

I like tiny things. Small boxes and trinkets and gew-gaws and what-nots.
I like grass and the smell of a pasture in the morning. I like blue sky. I like the feeling that I am on vacation forever. I like a road-trip.

I like dogs and horses and kids and my elders and loud live music.
I came here to serve my maker
I will not quit

Tomorrow then?

Wearing my black coat and hat
Black shirt, and
Black boots to match
Wearing out the inside of the black nature of my thought come lately
Don't you see where I'm at?

Hunger's got a nose for me

Top twenty money and some concrete trucks
Sitting at the stop  just waiting on the bus
It's raining on the roof which is leaking like a sieve

Seems you want all of my money when all I have is blood and time to give

Hunger's got a nose for me

I'm a resource ranger when the times get rough
Whatever I come home with better be enough,
Sometimes things don't look so bright

I've got a death's head pair of dice in my pocket
For when the times get rough
I've got a gun in my boot
And one on my back
Just in case I leave the yard at night
I like the night
The night is black

Hunger's got a nose for me

Sitting around with some friends of mine
They don't like me all that much
But that's alright
I didn't expect that much of them
Anyway

Hunger's got a nose for them and me
Hunger's got a nose for me.

Wearing my black coat and hat
Black shirt and boots to match
I'm wearing out the inside of the black nature of my thought come lately
Don't you see where I'm at?

Hunger's got a nose for you and me
Hunger's got a nose for me

i hope that one day
i fall in love, again but know better.
with someone that is in love with me
I'll bring them flowers
and little tiny things
in tiny boxes

put them in the fire if you have them

I put you out of my
misery

out of
my misery

I'd always let you wear
my jacket
when it was blustery
I'd always keep you right
when the bus was coming from
the left of me
I'd always open your door
and light your cigarettes

how could YOU forget?
how could you forget?

i always answered the first ring
******* every other thing
you might have done
one more thing wrong
but i don't remember

what it was
that did me in
but my in
was wearing thin
if you get my meaning

now

my meaning
now

both of us
have something
that makes us alright
i didn't give a rat's ***
when i lay down at night
As long as you were next to me

You weren't

I had no recourse but to hang it up and travel on without you
It would have been easier for you to tell the truth were it torturous

I'll practice forgetting you every day
while you practice on the pizza guy or your cabby, breaking the bonds of love between strangers you know only one of, for fun.

I step away as I push you into the next lane just as the bus arrives
there, that takes care of that.
for fun.