Helter-Skelter

A very pretty woman told me that I like to indulge in self-misery. That's a very sweet thing to say, felt it was honest and too desirable. Now I'm a few drinks behind. There's nothing but books in my bag, suitcases full of thoughts and empty streets to walk. Need a little time to wake up, wake up. Like the song. Need to write a Howl again -- without the homo bits of course. To be On the Road again for a pair of beautiful eyes.