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The wanderer of the wastes aimlessly stirred the embers of the fire with a twig. Shivering in the faint light he pulled his over-coat tight around his gaunt shoulders. The old stone farmstead offered little protection from the biting wind outside. He smiled dryly thinking that every winter seemed to grow more and more bitter as the years passed. The wind rattled the rotten wooden doorframe as he glanced around, noting the weeds growing up through the rotting floorboards. They seemed to flouri...

Now the greyhound pulls away from the diner Now like a silver bullet Riding through the desrt morn, He's alone now, just him and his guitar case And the open road, rising out before him That thin white line, Snakin' out, splittin' the highway Now he's in the Washington, room 315 Laughin' and jokin' with the girl As she cooks up a spoonful "This'll fix you right darling" She winks as he floats into oblivion Now the world comes crashin' back As he shivers and shakes The girl's long gone, gone w...

Writing a novel is comparable with attempting to cross the ocean in just a canoe

To kiss and to dance To waltz with you 'neath the pale moon The lips, they lie They belong not to your heart You are just another passenger Passing through, wasting time, Soft and timid Seeking shelter To pass the time Until you leave For distant shores This soul, you hold no tender here It was never yours to take.

Its night and Mahoney stands, shoulders back, On the corner of 79th and 3rd Watching the marks, the fools, The suits, the pimps, the hustlers, Traipsing by, trapped within The asbesto's of their problems, He can almost hear their thoughts, Inscribed upon their faces; "Goddamn rent is due", "Goddamn bitch lying to me" "Goddamn cops, I can feel 'em Circling like vultures" They disgust him, crawling round In this society of detritus A junkie shuffles past; "Some change for a hostel pal?" "Fuckin...