The river where your legs meet sprouts wings and rus and crawls and kicks and now speaks.
The feelings I get now are close but I doubt they could ever compete.
I remember drinking Kool Aid its odour and its taste and drinking 7-Up to get well.
A picture of Jesus and an Indian over my bed, and playing with parts of my self.
And now you're so forgiving.
1 | A History of Bad Men |
2 | Lizzy |
3 | Detective |
4 | Boris |
5 | Brain Center At Whipples |
6 | At The Stake |
7 | Black Santa |
8 | Divorced |
9 | Joan Of Arc |
10 | Hag Me |