Pride and joy and greed and sex, that's what makes our town the best. Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street; and look at me, I'm in tatters. I've been battered, what does it matter? To live in this town you must be tough! You got rats on the west side and bed bugs uptown. What a mess. This town's in tatters, I've been shattered. My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Homesick.
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