Pretty Vacant

1:09 pm ... welcome, white squares, red letters. Stamp varies. Cowboy. Now I watch the string tie so tight. Your personality will switch, Ronnie decides. Dirty soles on a simple soul, a quarter and 3 dimes; save the girl. Bugs dance in baby oil, the song plays softly as she begins to nod. The air smells of piss and fire, bugs abundant, I've slowly started to expire. Paper towels and lonely promises, a Royal Farms chicken days and drug surprises.