There’s a man at the top and his name is Control: he looks through the world with the same jaundice as I. His eye hungers for a predator. Love is what he craves, but at the same time, Love is so boring, tamed by Hallmark cards, Shakespeare, twirling couples and flowing blonde hair under sunshine… We’d much rather crush something as blood flows
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I'm dreaming lately. Unless I write it down as soon as I wake up I never remember. Hyperactive imagination. It takes until the middle of the day for my head to cool down, like an engine running hot the whole night. Alternate realities play themselves out in my head, madness, sanity, I dream dreams for those who don't.
Keep writing brother. It's....beautiful!
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