Hopping on board to flee from the Sun. Another week's work, all slave... No fun. Back to LA to get s* done. The galleries waiting to hang my fire. A flick of the torch Sparks of burning desire, incessant need that never expires.
Stuck in Fort Worth an extra 5 days, burnt by our star, 110 in the shade. Dollars earned for hanging I'll trade, the museums are eager and Destiny Whispers.. "you'll soon make the grade.,"
Spine is kicking but I still crack a smile... Sitting next to a goddess for a thousand miles. Though just a small chat the Soul flies in style... Exit the craft the stiff scent of home. Batteries dead can't use the phone. Spark up a smoke and Glimpse Domino's head... My smile grows wider as he sniffs at the air, catches a whiff and fixes his stare. "Daddy's home!" There's no love that compares