I wish I felt like I could say what I need to say. I’m working up to it. It has been an enlightening last year. And the next two are going to be even more interesting. Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth. Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs. …
“Perfect World” Oh, London Moon, help me stumble home Let me lose myself along the way I’ve got nothing left, it’s kind of wonderful Cause there’s nothing they can take away… away The open doors left me wanting more Never thought they’d close them all the way The ordinary life …
What you don’t know? There is *so* much you don’t know. It is all about the money. Every bit of this is about your money. How sad. How…ugly. And now you have engineered a repeat of what happened those many years ago, when you stood at that woman’s grave. It’s …
