Saturday, September 19, 2009
when we met
When we met, we made a bet, we made a deal. It was like shakin' hands at the hospital. Two hostile cowboys gambling in white paper dresses, trading pistols for cigarettes, coming to terms with the great fortune of anxiety.Hot as hell you know, never satisfied, never careful. Just thought, first thing's first, "take the brakes out of the car."
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