Talk about fashionable--- bars were once the modern day ***** den now replaced by a newer drug--- technology and with so many track marks I know we will never recover.
I remain the worm no one gets me only the early rising bird that opens its beak and swallows me whole down the endless gullet I fall not stopping no chance to wonder if life was ever truly fair at all.
The monster of things brought out the man in me the boy that emerged as a man from the trappings to be and with all that I know now it becomes a home I can never again see
This land was once an eternity until the gray line dissected it now there is gasoline and chains the sinew that winds around every bit this is not an illusion but in the end, it makes you ill enough.