I Was Born To Hustle

I Took No Pride In My Solitude; But I Was Dependent On It. The Darkness Of The Room Was Like Sunlight To Me.

Pretty Words, As Pretty Women, Wrinkle Up And Die.

Her Eyes Always Had A Frantic, Lost Look. He Could Never Cure Her Eyes Of That.

We Only Asked For Leopards To Guard Our Thinning Dreams.

... To Die On A Kitchen Floor At 7 O'clock In The Morning While Other People Are Frying Eggs Is Not So Rough Unless It Happens To You.