I Don't Resist The Bullets, I let Them Pass Through The Emptiness of My Heart.

Master Gunfighter pt 1.


The typeweriter sleeps alone tonight
in the comfort of flames.
To coerce would be a test of strength
let alone an excericse in luck.

When asked questions, one must fix their lips
and prepare for intoxication.

We must travel in this spiral
if I am to prove my love to you.

You are blind, but I have been blessed
with the vision of God.

Let us pray. A man and
amen.