Thursday, July 25, 2013

The Rains Came

Guns blazing, fringe flying I duck under storefront awnings to keep my hair dry. What about my powder, my dreams?

I know stuff that we're not supposed to know. I've had lots of my insulation stripped over the last decade or two. I'm happy, though. 

Used up a lot of my bad luck while I wasn't paying attention and now I find holiness in laughing. None of my naughty thoughts leave me feeling guilty. In fact, they seem a little bit holy, too. Thank goodness my mom brought me rock'n'roll. All the secrets are in there when you know where to look. Pray for peace. Love hard.

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