I want to take a bath, in last nights beers, the water would be luke warm, and bitter.

my sensation has lost its craving, i've mis quoted the raven.

things got ugly at the zoo while i was there...there was a calm before the storm...the lions looked dis-interested but i'd assume they always do, even as they are pulling your limbs apart with their teeth. i imagine they have a look of dis-content all across their face.

my harmonica has been chewed by a dog with no sense of tune, he looks at me sometimes as if he wishes i could be someone else...i agree with that look...

a bun that is one day old is cheaper than one that just came out of the oven and placed into a basket on a piece of cloth...the butter on that day old bun won't melt so smoothly...you just don't get that same smell, from that day old one...each day that comes and goes...my worth...is worse...

if your playing cards with me...don't stare me in the eyes...don't lock your gaze...i'll call that every time... even if i'm sure your sitting on kings...and there is a king on the board... i take caution and throw it to the wind...i have nothing to lose....i cashed my chips a long time ago...

the exchange rate was piss poor...

it's better to just accept your fate....the same song plays at the end for all of us...and the wishes we made along the way...get lost on those deaf ears, that were ignoring our lips the whole time.