works archive added9 10 2001

untitled 101 here i am that spitting image of... i forget here i go breaking down to fix to start over tonite our time has been shit in the wind smell and feel but no substance fuck throw me the line before the current picks up and i'm back out on my own the same net that saved me left me aching for shore another day like this praying for something more there's no use in oxygen when the air leaves you dead pry the ledge off my fingers and hope for that long drop.