I always fail to believe each time I wake from my bed.
I fear the sense of stability or being recognized in a coffee shop of no real significance.
I am not paranoid or anything for I am too superstitious for that.
The growth on my left eye has healed over, causing me to view the past with much intolerance and refrain.
I am those small uncomfortable hung over Sunday mornings, on the verge of causing redness in places unwritten thus far.
I have lost the apparent need to write, so the old record player is on full blast scratching away the classics.
I am in full need of an apparent love song or lobotomy, in the end the results have the same effect and appeal.
What was that? no really what was that? 3 crosses on the horizon and each one bears the image of your pale face.
The thrice great terrible trinity, devouring every thing.
I don't believe in freewill cause I am a prisoner, to my own delusions...
to my own doubts and passions.
I am the reincarnation of myself, cause I never did much last time.
God disembowels himself, so now on with the show.
Dru
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