April 2011
no more. NO MORE. I lost my backbone and my clean hands. I’m done. I don’t know what made me think it was ok. You even SMELL like bullshit. I’m gonna control myself and get a fucking grip. Hell, maybe I’ll be half the person i was before.
Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?
You been out ridin’ fences for so long now.
Oh, you’re a hard one,
But I know that you’ve got your reasons.
These things that are pleasin’ you,
Can hurt you somehow.
Don’t you draw the queen of diamonds, boy,
She’ll beat you if she’s able.
Know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.
Now it seems...
