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Twanging these strings ain't gonna do nuttin' except make whiskey flow from a still out yonder in those damn hills above these empty fields


I cut out the booze but my symptoms persisted. I had panic attacks like in the movies where the music gets loud with each dramatic scene accompanied by voices whispering don’t you miss me a small reminder straight out of a love scene. Booze fueled my artistic seed slowly I died having lost that need... Continue Reading →

An escape

A shot of whiskey takes me down to that place where you waited all night long to be an escape with angel lips. You kissed me conveyed a thousand words my heart felt even numb. With whiskey making decisions I watched you in morning light become a cloud to rest my head upon an escape.

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