aren't we all like Hehaw Rossy: wife in hand, hyootin' sand... raising bones by the circle K in the heat of the day, in the dead of the day... and the Teeth of the Heart..
So you think it would be better without you? Without you here?
aren't we all just a little bit like Jimmy Dick Rossy, the Wild Ditch Dog: scared shitless, born and directionless, gone all goo in the heart of the chest? Weeping at soft rain.. helpless for the helpless...
So you think it would be better without you? Without you here? Without you near? No, it wouldn't. Get on your shit horse, get on that shit horse and ride.
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