letter to Kip (from the archives)

nashville, trashville, write another smashville, rolling in the cashville ...
i ain't ever satisfied ... gonna buy me a six gun ... gonna rob fort knox ...
gonna have me some big fun ... i'm tired of busting rocks... everybodys
trying to be my baby now ...

you know how on some days you wake up and everyone has a smile on
their face ... and everyone is your best friend ... and everyone is slapping
you on the back so hard they rattle your teeth ...

and on some days you wake up and people look at you like you just raped their
dog and they want to kill you ... and everyone turns the other way when you
walk in the room ... and you can barely hear people talking about you behind
your back ... and your wife is dating dennis rodman ... and you put on street
fighting man to try to change the vibe but it sounds like polly wolly doodle
all the day ... well, i'm having one of those kind of days

i know a place ... i'll take you there ... i'm so tired of being alone ...
i'm so tired up on my own ... won't you help me girl soon as you can ...
oooeeeeeeeeeeiiiii baby .... i was born by the river ... change gonna come ...
you see baby, i been wantin to get next to ya .... sometimes i just get next
to myself and want to say ... owww-wwwwwwwiiii - ?????!!!! baby ....
love and happiness ...here i am, somebody ... why people break up, go ahead
and make up, i just cant conceive ... chumma, chumma, polk salad ....chomp
....chomp.

fuck it. fuckin hillbilly. you remember the trees nicky ... one bullet, that's
right nicky, one bullet, balloooweee-eblammmmmie ... how can you mend a
broken heart, how can a loser ever win ...take care and God bless.

love mark

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