it SOUNDS BETTER than it is, this BUSINESS OF SURVIVING, making it through the WRONG PLACE at the WRONG TIME and LIVING to tell. when the talk shows and movie credits wear off, it’s just ME and my DUMB LUCK. this morning i had that dream again: the one where i’m DEAD. i wake up and nothing's much different. everything’s gone sepia, a dirty bourbon glass by the bed, you’re still dead. i could stumble to the shower, scrub the LUCK OF BREATH my skin but it’s FUTILE. THE KILLER ALWAYS WINS. IT’S JUST A MATTER OF TIME. psd crd. / template crd.





















