Bacon bits, Barbasol
Catching flies with your southern drawl
Braided pork, Virgil Earp
You are the blood stain on my shirt
fake tits, split lips
Cherish those times with doubled death grips
Antecedent anecdotes
That led you to this inadvertent antidote
Life's too short, we live too long
Just shut your mind, come hear this song
Inside it's cerebral, no feel, no touch
Outside so visceral, all glory, all guts
If you like, change your face, and I'll change mine
Let's join hearts and I'll change your mind
About the Creator
Nathan Tanner
I am from Owensboro, Ky. I am fantasy and comic book writer and am looking to broaden my horizons. In my free time I enjoy the special times with my children, practicing Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, fitness and I am an avid member of the FGC.
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