You Have My Soul And I Have

I'll Get Back To The Whores And The Horses And The Booze, While There's Time.

My Dear, Find What You Love And Let It Kill You. Let It Drain You Of Your All. Let It Cling Onto Your Back And Weigh You Down Into Eventual Nothingness. Let It Kill You And Let It Devour Your Remains. For All Things Will Kill You, Both Slowly And Fastly, But It’s Much Better To Be Killed By A Lover. ~ Falsely Yours

We Don’t Even Ask Happiness, Just A Little Less Pain.

Places To Hunt Places To Hide Are Getting Harder To Find, And Pet Canaries And Goldfish Too, Did You Notice That?

The Tigers Have Found Me And I Do Not Care.