When you start to live outside yourself, it’s all dangerous.
Posted by the Guy on the 29th of January, 2012 at 6:06 pm under Uncategorized. This post has no comments.
A desert road from Vegas to nowhere, some place better than where you’ve been. A coffee machine that needs some fixing in a little cafe just around the bend. A hot dry wind blows right through me, the baby’s crying and I can’t sleep. But we both know a change is coming coming closer—-sweet release…
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