12-16-2019, 06:25 AM
It's there
this hallway I walk down
years on end
hurrying making up
for time spent
unconscious.
Strange....
A hallway blocks clouds
in my waking life.
I can no longer fly.
6am I deliver bread.
6pm I'm at the bar again.
Silence sentence
stops speaking
conforming to halls
in my past.
this hallway I walk down
years on end
hurrying making up
for time spent
unconscious.
Strange....
A hallway blocks clouds
in my waking life.
I can no longer fly.
6am I deliver bread.
6pm I'm at the bar again.
Silence sentence
stops speaking
conforming to halls
in my past.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx