Train wrecks disolve poise. "Destructive those lads are with those toys." Travel between valleys, looking for me. Only to find casualties. Dreaming in circles. My eye lids convulsing. These ghost demand a peace of my action. Propose cheaper rent in cemetaries. Fenced in yard. Plenty of privacy. Let the kids run free. Planning weekends on my deck. This situational hazing. Gasoline makes the police crazy. "He's somewhere down that alley." Thanks for your help. Call for back up. "You two come with me." Hidden inside the dumpster. The PoP culture currupter, suffering from hunger, cursed by his mother, damned again by his father, Sits silently sweating. Thanking God for cover. http://www.poets2000.com/draven/
Reason for writing:
Taken from the Forgotten Theatre, currently unreleased.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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