no use fighting and fussing over green eggs and ham breaksfast and holy spirits please people, we homeless no unconscious, and conscience ye we all needed to run away from that mortuary but its still home you know, after so many years that's my mailing address and they destroyed my mailbox roots, beneath the railroad ties i earned rent my feets, my sheets of language stolen literacy, forward lunge? in history i am abandoned whereas tonight i shall sleep on needles pine scents of english pews non shall cross nor detain and abuse escape list and to do's repetitive prognosis help is down for you
stem celling y'all, these a people who ain't got a bill paid? they have a fentanyl vending machine at 80 east hillcrest in thousand oaks. no homeless services, just is that