I have a guitar worth $50 I can sell
I have a guitar that can afford to go to hell.
From my cancer-colored gutter
These are my possessions.
If there was a market for my skin
I'd cut her.
I've let go of preamble here in my fifth decade wandering here on the earth. Here are the ten books that hit me the hardest over the pas...
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