I can count to four and repeat.
black
Walk On By…
If I gave up the coffee I’d have to take my whiskey neat.
Bernhard Nocht Straße 59
On every street in every city, there’s a nobody who dreams of being a somebody.
I can count to four and repeat.
If I gave up the coffee I’d have to take my whiskey neat.
On every street in every city, there’s a nobody who dreams of being a somebody.
Fragments of Light 