crawdadman
Be specific. What is it that I am supposed to be writing about specifically. The bears from the honey pots dream or the monsters with whom I've grown to know well. Please be more specific.
The scent of the liqour lingered on strong. A sweet baritone from the night before now rings in my ears. no regrets. I regret everything. Nothing left, Yet I have everything.
Hangs not only keys from my keychain, But I as well. A man with no escape I hung from the sky. The bells above ring for me.
The brain birds circle around the bench I sit. They want what is in the breifcase. This little black briefcase will solve all there problems. The trees came out of the earth and silenced the skies. I ate my lunch in peace. I have to stop doing acid at work.
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