everything and anything that makes its way into the little black notebooks alexander joseph kinsel is always carrying around in his left back pocket.less messy handwriting. less bent corners. but all that embarrassing good stuff.
You’ll always have smokes if you always give buckets of love Like little sad Tad who was living on beetles and grubs He was a blue-eyed merle and loved an Indian girl Lived alone in the warm wet fields in this corner of the world
