Prayer of the Smoker or Thoughts On Watching Folks Flick Their Butts Everywhere
The world is my ashtray. I shall want.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
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and I lay by a cypress as quiet as a stone 'til the bleeding stopped I blew the weather vane off some old road house I build a fire in the skeleton back seat of an old Tucker and I pulled on trouble's braids --Tom Waits--
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