They sit back and relax
Countin their drugs and cash
Holdin their guns and bottlecaps
Vicious decisions to protect the stash… 499 more words
Forty six years after it’s debut, the Datsun 510 proves its funky, 3-box design is as attractive as ever. In fact, it’s an inspiration.
Selfish sweltering sticky torment, tumbling through the reeds of regret there was no air no light no life all darkened by an inane desire to break, where were we when this was happening no human could withstand to be in their selves during this kind of upheaval twisted springs of loveless beds thrusting into our bruised spines smiling wickedly the scars left we thumb against like pages of some long lost and forgotten tome thick with dust and age music in ink thought with no meaning a melodic sentence for the soulless convict trapped in a sinking ship of deceit and remorse hungering flesh thrown and torn twisted to breaking bones shattered in silent vigil of the wonderous humanity that defies nature and suffers our hearts and unbearable hollow wooden thud from the feet of tremulous soldiers waving and stomping in reckless abandon moving as one to drown in the sea of longing return hope shimmers as glitter through the murk of the wet unforgiving waves and is ignored by all but the most foolhardy regiment of protrusive and hate filled power hungry and pointed jaw towards the sands reaching out to touch the intangible truth of the justice so fervently denied to us all by reason of human sufferance in the eyes of distraught sailors tossed amongst the fetishists fingers sticky again with wished promises of warm breathed belonging gathering dust on the shoulders of a hangman on the mound of a mothers child.
I thought I’d bite the bullet and write. It’s so easy to put off but once I start I love the way the word fall from my head and through my fingers to compile the words your reading. 811 more words