I guess I made a typo... some would see that,,but then again you got to not have tunnel vision.. but hey it is all they got..you also cannot be blinded by jealousy to see clearly in life.
Anyways...shiny side up,,and rubber side down,,amigo..
IN THE WIND!
Hey baby love your photo gallery......you remind me of a french girl I'm dating........."on and off" (if you get my drift)
I've got me a shiney brand new Harley,
stretched outófront rolled right downóon the curb.
With a beautiful French girl waiting inside, legs long as sin, sitting against the wide dark cafe window
legs extended 'cross the seat....she's travelin' commando
hiding her eyes behind big round sunglasses, smoking oily moroccan cigarettes
ówriting about my Australian accent and the the way I talk.
there's a whole lotta crisp, cold money in the saddle bags, waitin' to be spent on the furs she wants;
old books for me and why not??
old books on art,
fuck, I can't even paint!
just sit around not talkingóread about Brughel or somethin',
wishing my over-large, complaisant hands knew to render the face a fifth so well.
a fifth of burbon's is the closest I get,
I get drunk and further away,
out now on that devil of a hog, parked presently out by the shed where I go most nights to sit on musty chairs 'n scratch ink lazily
on pages nobody ever reads....
óbut it sure feels fuckin
g o o d .
my frenchwoman would like to know what I think of old Proust...