What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…

I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,

There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.

These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,

Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.

You play your cards so well. Looks like you’ve had a lot of pra… You seem to have a thorough grasp of all the rules of the game. As you cover every angle,

I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,

These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;