What the Hell Do You Know Anyway???

I ride through a cerebral desert of nasty western mu.rder phantacies and am plagued by the ghosts of the d.ead in ma past and I think of you in the distance like some filthy Mary of heat-melted air - a mandala of faith, melted like a roadside memorial candle - Its a lost highway we ride and its a lost cause we fight. Let us both sink into a pit of old air and become one with lonesomeness and wine. Its over ma close friend - its over till the end - until we walk as high demons on the scorched soil. "Fuck you all!", roars the red-eyed force of reckoning! "I tried to love you..."