the first and last, the way she has her way, the other side of town, 8 degrees in the ghetto, dust dancing in sunlight, bowling my typewriter toward death but it doan budge. fuckin yourself-
Background
I ll hit you in the mouth, spinal bonfires, a diner on the hill, other than that you doan wanna go where I can go, you doan wanna be where I have been but thats up to you I suppose-
Philosophy
It gets like this-
Poets
Etheridge Night, A.D Winans, Bukowski, Larry Sawyer, Michael Haeflinger, Mark Owens, Jack Michline...
Books
Ask the Dust, Rum Diary, Desolation Angels, Jesus Son, Mooch...
Music
Dub, Jazz, My Morning Jacket, Delta Blues
Foods
shrimp, beer
Hobbies
hunting pooms with a dull pocket-knife, every now and then I bang shit-
Gender
Male
Sign
Scorpio
Occupation
fighting off the jackals-
Education
The Luxman Way...if you have to ask jes doan pardna-
When I feel like sugar, I take it by the hand, and when I feel like spice I take it by the throat with both hands! And when I am in the mood, I most definitely take it ON top!
before you burst into a thousand little rainbows——
12/30/09
demanding a fire on every shore Mat Gould
the second cup had blood in it
and
it came with a few hours of daylight left
I
walked
into the sun filled street
as short lived as it was
both
of
us
standing there without debate
it
took
very little of the fight from us
as
we
headed toward
the cold
and
the dark
now with a little extra gusto
and
something
to
give
us
a reason
to
do
it again
tomorrow-
