(A journey into likely dispair)

At First, it doesn't itch
Then my junk's all covered in shit
A good idea how I contracted it
It's not just me that I affect

I can't say I didn't know; My parent's, doctors told me so:
"Sheath your shit most seriously, or you'll spread scabs, along with your seed!"

Don't Fuck it all!

Something I never dreamed to be
A sexual liability
I caught a ceaseless disease
I got what was coming to me

Don't Fuck It All

Something or everything Horn Sketch

Gypsy Fist - Gypsy Thing.mp3

Gypsy Fist - Sky on the Road.mp3

Gypsy Fist - Whispers and Mischief.mp3

half digested.mp3

À Duberger - The Dirty Earth

Hey Ocean Island Inn!   This is a song I wrote for you. This is how I really feel.

    This is my attempt to demonstrate the type of fella I am and improve my chances to attain the coveted night manager position that is as I write, still available for the best comer. Thanks for your time, and Enjoy!!! 

Jan. 7th 2013

A quick motel room demo. Born out of a moment of contrition

 
The Other One Is Fine.

I am in a rubbish bin, massaging my throbbing fear,
Smearing my seed on the windows to make this less clear

I trespassed onto your phone to discover I'm not alone

There's another man calling you, his lack of poise seems to match my own
Some men will always occupy a woman like a throne
because they have no other home

  HOME... HOME... There are other things to miss, i know
 it's not up to me where or with whom you go
  my only wish is for you to be whole

From the start I've been guarding my heart from decisive thoughts
and the chaos that they have wrought
forgive my transgression, it unlodged the love that I lost
when I discovered all my thoughts had a cost

And again I see that uncertainty is also unsure of who to be

So devour me so sweetly, or simply undress your stars
wherever or whomever they are
for wish only to know you hence my premature draw

And oh, these shots... are stuck in every song that I've got
So let's shed our clothes
for I have a few sighs left to compose

Shawnleddie