Hot Potato

my pussy cat purrs both ways.

A Ghazel (pronounced ghussel) is done a few different ways here's one way.

Melatonin III (The relapse) (Other) by <{Baba^Yaga}>

We aren't speaking again at some hole in the wall dive
My eyes burn like hell, and I'm out of cigarettes.

I can see through everyone, but the stale coffee;
As my hair falls out in clumps all through breakfast.

If there was a jukebox I would not low kick it
Out of bed, out of mind, and out of moments.

When you took my hand, I gave you them both bitch,
but your prayers are listless and fucking self-centered.

Your prayers are listless and completely self-centered.

I even bet that we'll end up doing lunch here again
On some other day, I won't care to vaguely remember.

Finding you, to me, was like a 3rd-degree-grease/burn
Sometimes, I wish I was as senseless as you try to be.

Heading back to those silos, and their gold bloody shucks
I can hear a tractor that needs an oil change real bad.

If by chance you purposely wake me before reveille
I hope you choke dead on that horn and die a winded mute.

Your music was my dream; Better left your Nightmare.