Leaving the Mausoleum

 drawing in progress


its so clean in here

and its oh so much better than those other places ive been
and your oh so much nicer though, your hands and your eyes are unseen

except in my dream.
in the crystal clear.

its all so barbara cartland.....
wheels are spinning in my heartland.....

striding the big grey black and white
streaking with greasers late in the night

putting it out there
stepping it out
hitting the high street
gone roundabout

its all in the foot move
its all in the walk
hits into the hip groove
all money all talk
its all in the pavement
its all in the soup

its just like a dream in here
fuck i gotta get clean of here

lov/err my tracks!