Charles Hoeker stuck on the karmatram, again

9:07:37 PM EDT

75 years old in the hollywood hills

she used to sleep with a man with flynn

rode on top of cars with F Scott Fitzgerald

She wants to get back to that again

Remember the time we drank with Barrymore

It didn't matter that the man was dead

got a big laugh out of WC fields

It nearly drove him right out of his head

I kiss you boy but I just washed my hair

come up and see me sometime

sitting in a corner in a little gin joint

tell you all about it but whats the point

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8:56:52 PM EDT

Full lipped smiles of what you used to do.

Those inocent crimes are going to stay with you.

skin felt feelings finally flicker and fade.

sensations gone but your image remains.

I reached for you but you left me there.

Feeling the panic of could be anywhere.

Thoughts go clear when horizon are straight.

When I reached for you my reaction was late.

Can't  go forever looking threw the glass darkly

Sit in smokey corners snearing causually remarking.

About a portrait of you in your literary phase

Or shaking your ass to the last dance craze.

Look to the west watch the sky lose it's blue

Finally visage of lust is so long over due

I'll be the rainbow at the end of the storm

you'll be the music that I heard before dawn

With massage palor dreams in distorted detail

The oily haired actress and the clarinets wail.

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5:58:26 AM EDT
Feeling Frustrated
Hearing Detroit stuff

 

PLEASE, DON'T READ ANY OF THIS STUFF IF YOUR GOING TO BE WIENIE ABOUT IT.   PLEASE TAKE A CLASS IN ASTHETICS OR PHILOSOPHY OR ART OR SOMETHING.   

                       GROW UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

I don't sleep no more. I don't need it at all.  

can't you hear my heals clic'in'  down the hall. 

In a portrait book I saw your face.

 

 

The look in you eye nearly brought back a trace of.........

The morning is either the ending of this or begining of that. 

 That not real it's for me cause I'm about to bust.......... 

** Cause I can't get enough, not enough Ican't get enoug......NOT ENOUGH OF YOUR LUST

At the crossroads at the end of town.

I threw a circle of salt down on the ground. 

It 's an easy deal to make, it's a falling in the void trip to break.........

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5:29:24 AM EDT
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10:32:36 PM EDT
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