
Dylan….

Dylan….
mix it up, shake it around. best ingredients, from a far off town. served up on a paper plate, man I tell you, that’s what’s great….
Miss James rattles my mind, makes me insane. No one ever sang the blues like you, you shake me up, it’s true. One of a kind, I love you…..
crime free, absent hostility….
bad connection, she claimed. laughing to myself. the front door is wide open, come on in. make yourself at home. this crooked game, insane. keeps me so excited, I will never know why…..
they chamber their liquor well, she exclaimed. he smiles, orders another scotch with his beer. it’s the nature of the beast, to say the least…Cheers..
breathing always gets me going 😆
her judgment was obviously clouded by the amphetamines. biting hatred spewed in protest. a product of her therapists needs….
you are my friend, f the little people. judgmental somewhat, are we? are you politically inclined, I inquire? no i just can’t ignore facts. you must be smarter, maybe intolerant……
5 days a week, burning out his fuse up here alone…..classic..