per diem.
wildly mild. The force behind the eyes. about this time car broke down with all that we had in the trunk. Freeway midday is no place to empty the bags off the side all the powder wasted, and hallway night is no place to sleep after a heated argument about who got the bigger lines, so relegated to the pit where twisting and dancing worms are no so hellish this time, but still have to regard for yer work schedule and that business aint booming. and sadness shouldnt be a reason to croon in the moonlight about women, words, wine, weed, whine, and spit blah blah blah weapons of sass destruction in the mass quantity made steaming and chef was proud. bodies lined up at the trough and me painting a fence with green paint for the dentist office. Bicarbonate of coke, bicarbonate of jokes. Foamy wishes in the silk briefs clinging to the moist hair. Cant delegate, cant regulate, only masturbate, and sink, sink, stink, and blink.
