Cannonball Blues,
Why do I like these songs that mention idea's I know? like location? Buffalo?
or clothes? Overalls?

I need to hide under a rock for a while. I'm fearful of disappointment. I need the wind to switch up. I need to make toast. I really need to clean my fucking apartment. It's bad here, no clean dishes, no clean clothes, no clear paths to walk in bare feet, a filled up trash can, rotting fruit in the fridge, and cigarette butts overflowing in the ash treys. hmm...
well, I went to chris barr.com, maybe he can help me.
I need food. yes, hmmmm, food.
I miss being a fetus. life was good in those days. No light to bother you when your trying to sleep. Plenty of nourishment with no effort. Lots of crazy sounds. free transportation.
maybe I shoud just watch more T.V.

I was browsing the images that appear for the words "fuck hot" and look what I came across, a reverse racist poem. Beautiful.

I did it, for the first time. Robin's first snow angel is right in front of the music hall. The snow was so pretty and pure walking home I could not help myself from wallering in it.

vaginas are a different story, maybe women have a more difficult time because their chest are considered more visually unacceptable than male chest. of course that's only because they're so damn hot. red hot in my case.