Sin City Savior

Haven’t picked up a pen for months so let me repent, met the angel of death, seemed heaven sent.

Bright brown eyes showed me her soul, light at the end of the tunnel like an eclipse, black hole

Her curves speaking to me like sign language, translated through her eyes, pure anguish

Down the lonely road of poor choices we’re all numb to the sounds of truthful voices

Bury our truth with the nearest vice, they say misery loves company but only for the right price

“Hey Baby, you lookin for love?” Yeah, but the kind of me is uncharacteristic of…

Pick your squalor under these Vegas lights, any escape will do, just trying to wrong my rights

Dodging reality with every bite, no hickies on my neck girl, still got a few nights

Buried in the drunkenness of a sober mind, praying to the devil, this woman’s so damn fine

Praying to God for salvation as she slips on that fur. Money on the night stand. “Call me anytime you’re in town, baby. Love always, Lucifer”

posted : Sunday, February 12th, 2012

terrysdiary:

OPEN UP YOUR HEART…

terrysdiary:

OPEN UP YOUR HEART…

posted : Tuesday, February 7th, 2012

reblogged from : Terry Richardson's Diary

You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make them drink…but more often than not they will drink it all up, enjoy it, and still not be thankful because…horses have egos too.

posted : Tuesday, January 31st, 2012

“ If you let them make you, they’ll make you paper mache
At a distance you’re strong, until the wind comes
Then you crumble and blow away…
— Incubus, Make Yourself

posted : Friday, January 27th, 2012

My Horoscope…

If you think being modest about your accomplishments gets you noticed, think again.

posted : Monday, January 9th, 2012

“ The most important thing in life is to learn how give out love, and to let it come in.
— Morrie Schwartz

posted : Tuesday, January 3rd, 2012