And So It Begins...Again.<+Edit=>......
Wow, been that long. Too long.
Well im back now, show me what you have got DA? Oh wait, found some nice Data already.N.v.M.
Ende.+-
Yeh that.It’s funny how a guy can stand, but still be thrown into the guttural pit of no time. It makes me wonder as I scrawl these black and stupid hieroglyphs onto the parchment where my real values lie. Family? Work? The taste of love. Nah I think not, it all crumbles in time. We need to run sideways back a little, kick that kid we hated in grade school and fuckin’ drink ourselves into abyss at that run down pub with the letters that blinked red above the black door announcing “Good times” But really god times because the O next to the G was dead. Does god drink I wonder? There’s an old saying my father would throw at me in a rage of unYeh that.
The truism of the word A.“Stop… realign. And for Christ’s sake straighten that tie!” He breaths, she holding his hand in clawed skepticism, a mist of heroin and lies on peppermint toung. They laugh and weave tales, of what was never there. Fragmented words drift as she fondles with his cloths, pulls back on the tie knot, almost choking him, tendons tensing fingers stiffening. Then with the pulse of his neck uncomfortable, she relents. “Let go…”The truism of the word A.
Joy and hope.
The world opening up. The agony of childbirth, the squall of money trinkets, a life washed away. Innocent eyes, wet and dark soak in what is now to be its domain the relentless maw of need, later th
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