dear sour diesel train gang diary,
after you read this post, there is a definite chance someone will assume that indeed, i have again- went and gotten myself stuck in the face of stupidity again, and i most certainly did. i really did. but you must know that it has been so long and i paint a picture with my little words and i think of you and if this is a crime lock me away- when love WENT bad it made me see- i remember- like i remember now- and it feels so good. it's a one time thing- a special strain. and when my little treat is gone- well then the memories i shall spawn- when i would never go sell my blood like the real whores do.
after you read this post, there is a definite chance someone will assume that indeed, i have again- went and gotten myself stuck in the face of stupidity again, and i most certainly did. i really did. but you must know that it has been so long and i paint a picture with my little words and i think of you and if this is a crime lock me away- when love WENT bad it made me see- i remember- like i remember now- and it feels so good. it's a one time thing- a special strain. and when my little treat is gone- well then the memories i shall spawn- when i would never go sell my blood like the real whores do.