"you couldn't catch me if you were breaking your neck with mach velocity.i am a lightning dream, a universe track star. seven hundred million miles a moment. um is an illusion to those standing still. to those dying still, never stop running with all your broken heart, or the shattering hear you hold together as it beats like a sharded record replaying the same flash of life that screams replaying the same flash of life that screams within your beautiful eyes rendered. life rended by pale iron claws, cleaving time into slices. of bread fed through the lunar cage. to a phantasm, a terror-vision-demon, the sole under-water-world-edge-ending-walker, crying tears of energy, picking darkness from between his fangs, and laughing eternally at the ghost muse we call patron, we call him on the phone, and she answers in a lurid voice of limebright bursts and says. yeah, enormous. and another thing was biting frost into firetrees, candy into torrents, which i never expected. half-expected a
night white with painted magic tigers that catch that train to africa, only to fall into ruins of wasteland waves may splash on spilt canvas as you watch. the cycling cataclysm colored chromatic reach the Earth, and pull with a golden fist--an ivory hand, the dawn-like emerald of her chemically induced waking nightmare. of love.

im a guy, btw, if anyone was confused. i get confused with some authors on here. and i'm almost 20. and perilously in love." -2005

yikes well i dont write like THAT anymore. fat, bald and 34. -2020