he wrote better shooting from the
hip
not following script no onenothing talkingwalking over his lines Yamind
I do. Time’s a wasting, waiting
on you is like watching a pot boil, it’s gonna boil, it’s on the fire, what the
fuck are you waiting on?
So
I'm not, an the rest of the crew isn’t either.
actually they werent nothinghad standing
but
explaining them to other people they said they were nothing Non-existent
Yaought to saddle up my pony he replied
why did he think they would understand You give people too much credit.
They aren't you.
other people werent
those inside
him he was a
hydra they were
It's Mother’s Day, man.
Yah
Whacha got for the girls?
Im thinkin
Script!
Thought you were shooting from the hip.
Ill throw you a bone, an ivory rather. Get Yeller’s sperm whale tooth,
the one a year later, hold it, remember when, and remembering you’ll open other
doors, who else? Yeller’s a given.
My sister my mother my wife They’re dead. No matter theyll know My daughters friends who are mothers my other sisters aunts Better, they’re alive. My few friends Good, you didn’t seek friendships anyways. I didn’t
Feel better?
he didnt like to admit when they
were right fuckin voyeurs You’re a voyeur. they had a point
the tooth felt good in his hands
seawater and sand brushed smooth as a babys butt the other two were chalky Yeller found those not two weeks after the
whale washedup in the cove
Fathers Day
Fitting,
isn’t it? No Mother's Day without Father's. You were, are, a
good father.
Thank you
Shaddup. Today isn’t about you.
Yare correct Happy Muthas Day
Fuck you.
338 or 1538 – he preferred
338 – rounder – and whas not to like about round, Sunday,
9 5. 21
Ghostpoet Freak Show
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUnqfB8PfzA
