drought
mott man
creative
drought
and
BMW
000120
...
nanny
is
when
you
don't
have
sex
for
a
long
time
010909
...
nanny
dying
of
thirst
010909
...
is a planet
Dry
,
cracked
ground
.
011020
...
lost
restless
hormones
.
011020
...
unhinged
the
last
living
piece
ripped
out
dried
cracked
left
with
nothing
but
a
memory
011021
...
LadakhBuddhess
lack
of
soul
020330
...
redgate33
got
emptied.
Hope
u
send
me
to
the
replenished
image
of
this
land
thats
finished
.
Its
serving
its
sentence
and
I
want
not
to
witness
its
ending
.
Im
pretending
that
I'm
vintage
but
I'm
newer
then
plastic
wraps
on
New
released
CD's
or
them
peelings
from
this
months
sunflower
seeds
.
So
I
bleed
refreshed
like
sacrifices
in
the
auspices
of
the
aztecs.
030405
...
angelita
emptiness
inside
,
friends
grow
distant
,
senseless
and
insensitive
.
I
messed
up
/am
messed
up
.
dry
.
030830
...
mon
it
is
dry
in
the
desert
the
rattlesnakes
and
bears
scared
out
of
the
woods
by
fire
from
the_coast
to
the_rockies
it_is
a
drought it_has
been
drying
out
for
the
past
few
years
i
am
dreaming
of
snow
030830
...
oldephebe
and
the
prophet
,
oh
the
preacher
man
in
his
burlap cossack
robe
sat
himself
down
hard
upon
the
carpetless
ground
-
a
keenly
polished
board
,
let
its
hardness
, shear
me
he
begins
a
prayer
up
and
out
of
the
emptiness
the
shattered
vase
of
his
vows
"
how
have
I
aquited
myself
in
this
..
and
by
the
time
my
eyes
reach
the
top
of
the
broken
sky
-
maybe
then
i'll
know
remember
the
gray
hymm
i
growled
to
a
broken
life
,
diminished
potential
- dapple
me
with
a
shade
of
the
existential -
and
an
end
to
this
scaerdotal
fugue
maybe
there's
chance
if
i
kneel
here
for
three
days
and
lightless
nights
-
out
of
the
purity
of
emptiness
i'll
ressurect
the
holy
ardor
that
will
drown
out
such
vivid
obscenities -
and
latinate
curses
-
the
stuff
of
self
censure -
maybe
i
just
don't
know
how
did
paul
sustain
himself
retain
himself
-
live
oonly
for
You
and
nothing
else
-
Father
send
me
somethin'
to
lure
me
back
into
the
Light
somethin'
to
bring
back
that
shimmer
celestial
glimmer
-
as
i
set
about
to
walk
the
night
as
i
minister
to
the
sandpaper
souls
and
wade
through
these
tenements
of
ruined
lives
give
me
somethin
to
give
them
before
they
realize
somethin's awry
and
some
will
say
how
dare
I
have
the
impertinance
to
doubt
-
that
my
faith
if
its
true
will
draw
me
out
of
this
drought
can
i
allow
myself
to
be
weak
in
the
God's
strength
-
send
your
tender
eyes
to
search
my
sore
heart
out
help
me
to
be
an
answer
help
me
to
dip
into
the
recesees
of
thier
throe
let
me
be
the
blind
man
broken
open
let
me
lie
in
these
living
springs
and
i'll
rise
to
minister
to
their
loudly
singing
souls
i'll
be
an
answer
and
dispell
the
grim
prophesy
of
an
end
that
waits
for
me
...
030830
...
oldephebe
the
word
is
sacerdotal -
smear
me
in
an
existential
shade
and
an
end
to
this
sacerdotal
fugue
-
yeah
030830
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
