JohnniBoy

"Managing a steering wheel in my right, and a familiar lighter in my left, I slowly pull some life into yet another cigarette, puff leads to puff leads to puff I discard the ghostly ashes out..."

"How can you sit there so sludgently sit there on the notion that tomorrow: there may be no seductive explosion of the sun though the defining shade of black, no gentle consumption of the wind, or so..."

"Patience is bitter but, its fruit is sweet, and I, my friend, just had one luscious peach. Between the branches, is where I retreat, to find that fleshy nub within tongues reach. With my mouth ..."

"Five o'clock, the whistle screams, our shakels drop. Like inbred livestock we shuffle out. Observing mannerisms; carefully planned. Language; plastic,routine. Executed with dull finesse. Blunt rods f..."