truck loads

[creativesoul]

i was pretty angry, he had stolen my sleep once. again.I was lonely for the kind of attention that I never got before
he gave it to me, and i let him crack the safe
the juices were melting in is mouth
he wore a wig this morning and did me like 60 s hippie with a fro
i call him jay roach when he acts like that.
i looked at the back of my truck at the stuff we had hauled up from Roseberg tht was in a factory where clean and sober christians worked
for seven months
his last girl friend was evil
he told me
he says he loves me, that I am his best friend.
i think it must be part of th problem that i feel sometimes
when he talks about prison or old girlfriends
i just think that maybe I need to turn tricks and find some hard flowing cash out of a Madames book, and go get all hot looking and babed up for the trick
thing is that for 26 years I have not had to ...... dick around like that
but maybe that little addict bitch relly does want me dead after all
the trick is that i cannot stay clean and do that
she fucking knows that huh?
he does not really know anything about it
women that do these things do a walk of shame and do not cry in front of spectators, deaLERS, TRICKS, ROCK STARS, They reserve that for thier sisters
the ones that live the life
love the life
the sisters that feel thier skin crawl when certain spirits darken the doorway
open to chnging waht seems like a historical role
i want my life to not be so fucked up, so spun out
so minute to minute
one day at a time
let us try one minute at a time
i can turn my red light on and turn all my lights out at the same time
time
time after time
over and over