Sunday, September 14, 2008

Raised in East St. Louis

Sergio can go.

I know some people who live in fancy houses.

So, you can tell Sergio to suck it.



I'm gonna strap those kids in and give them some vicodin, head to the family reunion.



My uncle ain't much on talkin. He's just too mean to die.

An asian bride and a holstein cow.



Double wide.

Cookin' crystal meth, because the shine don't sell.

Bought a carton of cigarettes, ran a stoplight, got a crate of bad news.

Coachin football, stopped and bought some steel-coated bullets for that Desert Eagle, made by some fat-ass hebrews.

They come down from Southeatern Kansas, with the rollingstones lips, and some pink lace.


(^^Laird Fucking Hamilton is the Man. He does that for a living. And makes babies in Hawaii with Gabrielle Reese. Not a bad gig.)

Cut off jeans and skinny little halters, two sisters.

Well, I get between 'em.

Play some music, like the good lord says, back in the thickets, with his asian bride.

Plays that choctaw bingo.

In Oklahoma.

We gonna have ourselves a time.

2 Comments:

Blogger Gretchen said...

Riding Giants. Love that documentary.

How are you doing after surgery?

2:34 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Go infection!!!

8:55 AM  

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