John Doe and Convo (6)
I was begging John Doe one day; for some of that shit I could not have gotten.
"I need a constant whirlwind."
The worst thing was: I had it in my hands, hands, but it(he? she?) was something I could never lay claim to.
So he sang a lullaby.
And,
I slowly dreamt of you, you and cement.
"I need a constant whirlwind."
The worst thing was: I had it in my hands, hands, but it(he? she?) was something I could never lay claim to.
So he sang a lullaby.
And,
I slowly dreamt of you, you and cement.
