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.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008