Johnny Cash is dead, or so they say. And I can’t remember the sequence, but I believe it was JT’s daddy soon after or before or something. It doesn’t really matter in the big scheme. Lots of great men arrived at their pearly gates in a short timespan and I am sure Tom T. Hall was custodian as St. Peter has been on an extended leave. I heard the stars cry out one night in a dream and the next day I saw colors I have never seen on this earth.
Mama talks about emotions like they are gasoline. Apparently the majority of them, we are gettting right now from the Middle East. My man lost in Iowa. I am floundreing to a bogus electorate. Let’s elect one who will make us all solvent, politically, for one good time. I can’t flip the switch for you….
Pardon me boys. The deal has gone awry. NC senator may be the best choice.
Can he stop capital punishment.? Give us health care? Stop the war? Restore our reputation in the world? Can pimple-lip make it all that much better? I imagine not. Nor could the dean for that matter. I was hoping for a sweet Norse god from the north that would make it all better.
Awh! But that’s all horseshit. As sure as Milliken with a rainbow full of strawberries is horseshit. My horse doesn’t shit. I assure you. It wears a string of silver beads and a saddle of silicon, and all it’s excrement is of the most beautiful wordly kind.
There’s other things that should be written here. Your entrails on a map. It leads from middle Georgia up the interstate to the border, and it comes right back.
There’s someone waiting to die in prisons tonight of my own reluctant choosing. Steve Earle is close shaven, Johnny Cash and Jerry Wilsonare dead, and I can’t figure out the truth.