late at nite, when the whole worlds black, still and sleeping, i am awake, dreaming of words, staring at my electric typewriter, waiting for it to speak, to shout sentences that arouse the spirit, its late, i'm drunk, i should be sleeping, cars pass by my window, dogs howl at the moon and i just wait for the words.....
Reason for writing:
pure crap...my apologies..
Birth sign: Libra
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