The room was dark and black and blue. I bought a copy of the Times for you. There was moer in that room than you and I. Three hours later I read what you had in mind. I can't take it. I can't explain it. I never thought of it before. Today is my last day, my last miserable day. I wish there was something more. Your combative plans for an unguessed end, a circumstance you were sure we wouldn't forget. Am i being illogical? I know hopelessness, lonliness, say it isn't so.
1 | K.V. T-Shirt |
2 | Accident Waiting To Happen |
3 | On The Tracks |
4 | Streets |
5 | Runaway |
6 | Lights Out |
7 | Half Fiction |
8 | Sleeping Motor Boy |