My hair is growing long.
Haven't been able to straighten it for weeks.
A non-owner of a comb.
Blind gods cackle and crow at the call to prayer.
Red dusk moon, seen just over the Hill Cumorah.
Rise to worship at the end of the era.
2012 greets you anew.
I pray and prey upon new fresh tunes.
Committed to revealing and reveling the shortness of breath.
I dream of the Serengeti forever flowering in the wake of the mysterium twilight.
Swallow the poison with all of them, no matter what they believe.
All images subject to change, but we all expect an explanation.
My letter of resignation is posted on your wall.
But I am still feeling reserved.
Dru
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