I had a crackberry omelet
And got to know Mary’s name.
The coffee was as good as the service–burnt.
The end of it all left me craving substance(s).
Boots were made for walking
And the rain just made it better.
Three horny boys and no way to get some.
Maybe we’ll just watch a movie.
It’s Saturday in the city
With not enough of [...]
Posted on May 31st, 2008 by drevon03
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I dreamed I caught a fly between my fingers with all intentions to release it outside.
It turned its head and said to me “Eat SHIT and die!”
Feeling insulted, I squished it.
But then I felt remorse after the realization that in its state of fear, its life was merely passing before its eyes.
Posted on May 29th, 2008 by drevon03
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I can never be part of the mainstream,
But I love someone who can.
I slack away my office job,
While he makes future plans.
My artist’s thoughts don’t pay the bills,
So that’s why he’s my guy.
David, boy, I love you so,
Until the day I die.
Posted on May 27th, 2008 by drevon03
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