Driving, on every street

That Ford Mustang will be mine, one day. Cruising with nothing but awesome eighties blasting from the speakers. Wind streaming through my hair, never to be tied in a knot again. Mighty V8 purring away, sand, heat, the coolness of being.

I've got my sights set for the horizon, the one I left four months ago, the one I found six years ago.

Socrates was right, all along, even though Bill and Ted got his name a bit wrong.

And that same night, at a motel. That same motel.

Oh I love her, my angel.

Sign O' Times KT

Piece of mind

I guess that's it, a piece of my mind. Some lame pun, but for now the only peace in my mind is the Rebel Yell.

Wish life were like the movies sometimes, something to dream away, endless possibilities without the effort.

And yet, I still cherish that amaretto I drank in the bar of bars. When thought flies and twirls like the smoke from my fag.

The fag of a lifetime, here and then. And now again.

It needs to, it is, and yet sometimes, I'm not all I was made out to be.

Strange reality of the unwilling cynical bastard.

And the optimist smiles. Again and again.

Only I shall play the bleeding guitar. And fucking loving it too!