Shangri-La

Oh Shangri-La a kingdom unparalleled roundabout itinerary to a mystical city

Lightbulb, Wagon.

I. a lightbulb lit burned dimly from the shed ceiling flickering and littering glimmer barely penetrating through a crowd of gloom how the static obfuscated our surroundings these foibles knit us but sometimes they betray us II. just a lone wagon with a crooked wheel rolling on the freeway up and down a roller coaster…

Hounded

you were that blessed sacrament invading far across the land into the woods where the birds sleep how they peck with their beaks draw out the worm but it escapes their grasp burying deep into the roots of the earth all words were lost you brought yourself out five feet tall legs stretched full feet…

Jesse Pinkman

You won’t think much of me Code name: Cap’n Cook Meth user Manufacturer And dealer Of Chili P meth Now partner of Heisenberg Crass, Low-life, wanksta, nobody Drug addict Insomniac Born September 14, 1984 an upper middle-class family Albuquerque “Apply yourself” on the header of a flunked paper From Mr. White my chemistry teacher Dropped…