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CripplingYour face melts In the most appealing way Your eyes look So very far away Your body Shrinks and it expands Your thoughts are Getting out of handCrippling
The ground breathes It makes it hard to stand The air moves It's blowing through my hands
Your skin ripples Time is no more Our perspectives Are falling through the floor
My legs lock I fall into my chair My guts fall out And you don't seem to care
But it's not bad It's just crippling And we haven't got time For saying hello The cl


Detective pt. 3: ConversationI arrive at the Royal Cross at five forty-seven, a full hour and forty-three minutes ahead of schedule. I must have been moving faster than usual, spurred on by the desire for solid facts, the desire to make some money, I must have spent less time than usual throwing wild, accusing glances over my shoulder, though it didn't seem like it at the time. I go to the hotel bar, to kill some time while I wait. I order a beer and sip on it pensively, hunkering down at a table in the back corner furthest from the door, back up against the wall. I listen to the bleached blues oozing out of the bar's overhead speakers, I watch the door, looking for thisDetective pt. 3: Conversation


Detective pt. 2: The ProblemI rub my bloodshot eyes with the cool, soothing back of the receiver, "What sort of problem"? He paused, "It is a matter that is somewhat... should we say... delicate. It might be best if we met to discuss it in person". I sighed audibly, "Listen, I've got better things to do than be jerked around by some paranoid thinks my lines are tapped", are my lines tapped? Must look into it. "Get to the point or give me some peace". "It involves something very dear to you", the voice trickled with hidden meanings. "Money"? I surmised, it must be money. A soft chuckle issued from the handset "Meet me at the Royal Cross Hotel at seven-thirty". A click, aDetective pt. 2: The Problem
Ysterday was possible to watch the movie "Voyage en Armenie", made by Guéridian. A real trip to a hidden past reality, in the contemporary time.
Stay in touch. I'm making a commentary about it in my journal.
just wanted to tell you that I love your writing and I think you're really talented.
That's it
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Rythmatic, Systematic, World Control
Magnetic, Genetic, To Match Your Soul
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I know it's sad I never gave a damn about the weather and it never gave a damn about me.
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Tongue-tied twisted...Just an earth-bound misfit
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