The side of the road
the equinox sun rose that day, the shamans chanting with the rising sun, rain soaked for miles in the back of a busted chariot and all i recollect is the death of that pup musical dreck polluted the airwaves, upstart braggart crooned false glories and moments come where my defenses once again get fired up, where lusts and trust begin to brawl, but all i can see is that little dead pup black against mormon rednecks hating fags the news tarnished by sex tape vixens the world sighs and cringes over the gown of crispy bacon yet i saw the little boy shed a tear over that little brown dead pup
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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...
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