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Silas has locked himself away in a skyscraping hotel perched atop a Vegas casino Belongings scattered throughout like passenger train derailments He was a writer with a jack knife vision Now he gathers dust next to a windowsill graveyard crumpled up beside his follow up novel sloppily sprawled out unfocused unedited and unlikable Unable to cope with fame stress addictions the last of dwindling fortunes afford the luxury of having everything delivered He hides from the maids thus his only face to face contact with the outside world consists of quick frightening glimpses - inquiring half-faces through the door chain Developed this shuffling submissive walk to keep from falling over compensating for dizziness from stolen prescriptions he doesn't need and shouldn't have Drowning his sorrows with grandeur - Eating nothing but eggs Drinking like a fish to chase runaway pills A stuck throat refuge lulling him to sleep Silas  drifts away into a comatose fate Left dreaming Hoping someone wants to ****** him in his sleep and end the dull roar
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
The Tomb of Silas Kickingbird
Silas has locked himself away in a skyscraping hotel perched atop a Vegas casino Belongings scattered throughout like passenger train derailments He was a writer with a jack knife vision Now he gathers dust next to a windowsill graveyard crumpled up beside his follow up novel sloppily sprawled out unfocused unedited and unlikable Unable to cope with fame stress addictions the last of dwindling fortunes afford the luxury of having everything delivered He hides from the maids thus his only face to face contact with the outside world consists of quick frightening glimpses - inquiring half-faces through the door chain Developed this shuffling submissive walk to keep from falling over compensating for dizziness from stolen prescriptions he doesn't need and shouldn't have Drowning his sorrows with grandeur - Eating nothing but eggs Drinking like a fish to chase runaway pills A stuck throat refuge lulling him to sleep Silas  drifts away into a comatose fate Left dreaming Hoping someone wants to ****** him in his sleep and end the dull roar
Amy-Grindhouse
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
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