Friday, October 4, 2013

#Breakfast of the #Lost #Soul

And beat, his TX wild nights running dried into the scrutiny of a new, broke yolk day, flaking at dots of crumbled quick foods and their primary-colored condiments and at the indelible, telling glitter tiny--a top-to-toe sweat galaxy streaming giggle-chuckle shiny--but she was turning turning turning on him with that bible-thumper and those ballet flats, and so...