Treasure Island

Charles Hice

(May 13 2004 / Heaven)

$S$ Tillmans Corner


$S$ Tillmans Corner
$S$ Tillmans Corner
Etched INN TOO Sketched
Driven into time by the son flaming into the darkness on the earth
taken my health gone flaming
worry fear replace love mind heart was given used all down a dropp of blood left flaming
screaming time the dog days come hate devils movies hate most waste of my time laws against living laws against life it is a bad feeling when you cannot waste your time flaming
you have to spend money to be a customer consumer take and use upp vast quantities of solyant green and brown unnecessary food left laying on the ground what was that life was worth too you all gone flaming
the way of the USA is too betrey the consigned son must die left alive in an unmarked grave INN the tomb of the UNknown SOldier
? ? ? is it eye left a dying it is eye
gone a singging into heaven
it is eye dead among the living
Alabama bound

Submitted: Friday, August 16, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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a jesus slice of real real life homeless in Alabama

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