Friday

She remembers craving a Baconator

From Wendy's -- a fiery dot.


You got lived,

Your car --

A struggly,

Your plane crash --

A deadly oven.


Pheonix warcirmes:

Show the rock.


Smoke the proclub bitch

Its a long way back in.

1 comment:

My God They're Gifted said...

it used to be too late
for all that actual stuff.
you'd find bread, a lot of it
under curtains near a river
and be like, what the fuck
are these? but there's no time
to go into all that just now.
flood, danger, tangle, swoop
don't act like that ain't how
your honey done go.