Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever - It’s Yourz
[ sordid ]
The number of toilet paper rolls exceeds the amount of food in his fridge. His stomach in knots affecting his sleeping pattern, dreaming of flooded rivers and four wheel drive, everything under control, twenty dollar bills used as book marks, but only for the even chapters. Counting, the pecans are gone, the soup is still green, the mail unopened, the maple molded, the honey never spills, milk the the eggs, spice the tats, frameless, the bank broke, do you, don’t do they, can’t do we, dibs, beaded wrist, lifted by gifts from the gifted, the heart still sifting, home again, push.