i spell m
twentythird. manuary. twothousandandtwelve.
l i m b o
land of the far
scape of this near
lay there
cold man
look at my wife
light of life
lie un-clear
a way through
barking
bullets
bully
me recluse
under tree
apple hang winter ride
apple swing winter breeze
drop
dent
dirt
no sound being
hear to flirt
laid in arms
where no man farms
world shaker
bysshe
what is love?
ask him who lives, what is life? ask him who adores, what is god?
"he came to me with money in his hand. he offered me, i didn’t ask him. i wasn’t knocking someone’s door down. i was running from that. when i got out i was in that, i was already through that, i had that. i had the studio. i went to the studio, i went to fox studios. i had it all and i looked at it and i said this a bigger jail than i just got out of.
i don’t wanna take my time going to work. i got a motorcycle and a sleeping bag, and ten or fifteen girls. why the hell i wanna go off and go to work for? work for what? money? i got all the money in the world. i’m the king man. i run the underworld guy. i decide who does what and where they do it at. what am i gonna run around and act like i’m some teeny bopper or somethin’ for somebody else’s money? i make the money man. i roll the nickles. the game is mine.
i deal the cards."
slasher conman charles manson slasher conman charles manson
church.
i don’t like crying. ‘cause it only gets me wet.