pop-projectiles

Onstage, I’ve been hit by a grapefruit, beer cans, eggs, spit, money, cigarette butts, mandies, quaaludes, joints, bras, panties, and a fist.

“Pace the palace wing, dethroned king

Jump when the phone ring

Egyptian cotton, but you can’t sleep, not a wink, not a wink“

billy woods | “checkpoints”