Working tonight at a club in Downtown LA, the Conga Room. Not even looking forward to it even though I need the duckets. I'm feeling more and more choked these days. Forget about it, I'm better to struggle anymore; it gives grace to the muscles and focus to the thoughts. So the pressure on these lungs...is a gift. Bladerunning in the city tonight...and riding dirty like the streets...
this gift of press, hers,
motionless- and void her love for heaven's sake...
baby sleep, baby wake, baby heard my screams too late!
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