Jumbled up loops on the guitar your homer like stance strides towards me like a mermaid giant of wantoness. I wonder through the lust of your mind as a pussycat strides in the daylight mieawing. I wander through the silent trees who movein connection to my soul. I wonder lustfully through your tummy button as it moves in directions of power, powerfully striding through context and content until it finds superflous meaningful drowning dawning drowsy butterflies. I don't know if I am able to post this, I never am, whenver i write something real I just delte delete delete.
Ulrich's constant monotone gaver her away. Underneath glowing moonbeams she risked great things. Perhaps there was nothing but a reflection in a mirror? Life is a symbol- shall we deconstruct? I am fighting in a bar, a star shape thrown against your hollow soul. I once stumbled into your body in an alleyway- way back then. It was almost as dead as night. Hollow eyes fibre filled. I never knew you as far as I diced you up, I felt like an accomplice to a murder. I could'a chewed the fat about it but I never did. I guess it's cos I loved ya, in a macabre way. In loved the risk in your eyes, the disgusted moth eaten remnants of a soul. Way bak when we danced to some music. I liked the moth eaten look. I enjoyed filling in the holes, like a living collage. I guess it was nice to pick you apart. I never had the bones for it. If I had, maybe, just maybe, things would have looked different now. Life might'a thrown ya a couple a coins. I never really believed in kicking the bucket, like you. You lived by it. Resurrection after resurrection, it never ended. You were a miracle worker.
You and a ton of irritating midgets. God knows when we decided it was best to quit. An unspoken agreement. A farewell written in the ink of your dried up eyes. No more tea for me, no more gin for the parrot. No more ink in the well. I could read the signs well. I needed myself more than you needed me. So I rescued myself out of the ship, and got an office job instead. It served the purpose of hiding a life I was chosen not cheated out of. Came out of the dust. I never postponed it but death never came later, as I thought it would. Mc Donald's spared me the death of loose change. I wonted it, to be a barmaid all my life but my heart knew better. I wonder where the lonely are now. I never know how to erase the memory of the lonely souls wondering round after midnight. Their shadow is indelible in my soul. The mysterious flicker of their eyes, lighting fires in the darkest places. I wonder if they lied to me, or if I really did see their perpetrator connect the dots. I wonder where you live now, if anywhere. Maybe you too are a ghost, disappeared into another town. I live surrounded by them, the disappeared. I wonder if you know them, their names are jane and john doe. I thought you might be familiar. I never knew them but they know me. And you too. I want to go now. Go back home. Good night, good night, good bye. And may Jack the ripper never again visit us in our homes.
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