Tag: Spirit

Pimper’s Paradise

Sick of bluesing when there ain’t no blues

Let me Finger through ’em.

Rub his tiny Fingernails.

This Way

When I was guilty I haven’t walked this way Yes I was, I always walk this way

His Will

His Will caught — hope the right way

Take the right.

Lonely in sad places.

Bliss May

Bliss may find you but you can’t cheaper what what is

I have never felt so cheated, created or outdone.

Owner: you may have been violated.