On the prowl for a persistent thought
Evading shady spots.
Graves of gablehouse vacation names
On rocks... sunshine take your shot
And pick your plot...
I'm not picky. For the friction.
But your existence. Is the vision I want.... *** your friction is
A different condition
Of hot...
Like slim Jim's and grocery tellers...
A carbon calorie over load...
And a million wishes
For the tip you give to the teller...
Like pictures of the develope
Only make smoke in the cellar....
Give it to me and I'll give
You it better..
Forever... penniless..  and focused together...
Here's my hope for whatever...
Wrote this note with
A smoke left. And a hope of forever...
Broke in the smoking cellar
But growing to heaven.
But its oh no im slowly broken
In absence of your
Devotion and pleasure...
Hope we grow old together