required a son, required some sort of new kind of free wheeling master claws, with antennae sticking out of his head, he's a neaucesence, throw him in with the others, in a few weeks he'll be dead, the silence growing in a room of hostilities, boaring, raging, clawing, a man in a his ***** wife beater bathing in some sort of maniacal driving, there is surplus, there is some, but there is still the baby crying, the unsettling warm weather bringing these people closer to dying, required a son, some sort of new kind of free wheeling master, there are some things that aren't written down in textbooks that bring some sort of new energies, that make the water flow with just a bit more elegance, there are some energies that take up an entire day, that we flow through but are just never aware of, they roll on and roll on and roll on, but then again, the hot and sweaty day, the new son, being born, water coating his new skin, water in his new eyes, rise
