

StageFinally it is my day for the stage And I walk, clad in black from soles to hood Dressed the partStage
My time in the lime light has come I had hoped for it to come How I prayed for it to come quicker
Surrounded by my fellow actors
I pace my way through the crowd All gathered in the square All of them jeering, All of their eyes on me The stairs approach to confront my feet They raise me higher
Above the eager masses
For all the town to see How I had suffered to be here How much I need this, this release After this performance everything will be alri


A walkThey sped up as I lay on top of their hood. The world passed by faster and blurred into mass-less colors. They braked. Easing onto them so I would not fly off, but I still started to slide. Slowly. My body tightened not wanting to let go. My mind didnt care. The shapeless world passing by filled it, easing it to not care if the body was ripped apart. And then it stopped. Everything had shape and the colors belonged to a single part. The momentum carried me to my feet and I started walking. Back the way I had come. The asphalt glinted back at me beautifully, with tiny particles that reflected the streetlamps which I hated so. The specksA walk
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...I was neither, living nor dead, and I knew nothing, looking into the heart of light, the silence...
-T.S. Eliot "The waste land"-
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[[STRiKE A ViOLENT POSE]]
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These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks...take the white pill, you'll feel alright.
A friend with weed is better...a friend who's dressed in leather.
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These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks...take the white pill, you'll feel alright.
A friend with weed is better...a friend who's dressed in leather.
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