Testo Hey, What Time Is 'Pensacola: Wings Of Gold' On Anyway?

killing time

the t.v.'s on

with a bottle of shit

buried needle
The record player's

forgotten not to spin,

so, you're feeling useless?

Well, the bidding starts

at $19.95.

And while the survey says

'cheers and applause'

another hour dies.


Jacking off again.

40 oz in the fridge.

Have these dreams put to sleep.

So call me up

and tell me something.

I'm dying to believe.



I dunno.

I don't care.

I just sit and stare now.

I don't think.

I just listen to the drone of this old being.

(I just listen to the voice of this machine)



Friday night,

steppin out

and talkin to the same

"So, how's your family?"

"How was school?"

Conversation strain.

Force endurance

from this class.

It's 11:45.

Two more hours

lumber past and

I feel like I tried.



Fucking off again.

Talking to this bitch,

She hates me. I hate her.

So shut me up

and take me somewhere.

I'm dying to leave.