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faster and faster, headed strait for disaster, at an unimaginable rate. this boy had wings on his heels like a Greek God. Afraid? Please.
so he chose to move, walk, wander, run, and then sprint in one direction. No paths, roads or sidewalks. Just run strait. Through creeks and rivers, over mountains and through forests. No goal. Just to go in a strait line and see where he ended up.
if he could just get out. out of this place and this time. he could and would do anything, hell, everything. but this small town could make wishes worthless and a magic wand nothing more than a stupid stick. He was stuck and time was broke.
He was never not cold. so he wore scarves around his neck like a black and white fighter pilot. fearless, honorable, and prepared to drop bombs. he was handsome to say the least.
so he decided to erase it, and make lover's statement. In his mind he was on top, but his feet weren't made for walking. Break Big, little Boy. Holes all in your stockings.
he sat, and wondered, but nothing happened. ever. nothing ever happened. wonder away, wonderer.
a bumble bee, yellow and black, ready to attack, so stay back, because he will bitch slap any wack cat, who wants to get laughed at.
STAY HOOD, MAKE HONEY.