Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Real Good

I had solid moments of my mind feelin' and actin' real fresh, the freshest I can remember since prayin' at the grave of the three dead soldier brothers.

I don't think the angels are watchin' me like I was hopin' or else they would protect me from growin up so fast. I bathed real good so I can be real good. Real good.

Pampa always told me that good sex is good theater and I must be very precise and magnificent today.

Evil is evil, but it only really counts when it can go on a long time.

Evil is as hungry as me and my appetite to please has taken over every wakin' moment almost.

1 comment:

Twin Peeks Geek said...

Is that your writing, Harry?

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