Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Without Knowing Or Reading, Brian Suggested A Title Of "Q"

Hello, tortured soul.
Hi, my missing goal.
Greetings, lost one.
No! No! Not guns.
Until the cops come,
Let's get hopped some.
Come and visit me.
We can disagree.
It will be quite nice.
Like two blind mice,
We'll disappear,
Just to stay near
To our only truths.
Drink 190 proof
'Til out throats hurt.
Listen to Kurt.
Never suicide.
I don't want to die.
Do you?

1 comment:

Diana said...

No, not yet. Hi, Jake.