I have been up later but I though I would do a post now just for the yell I get. I have started to read a book I return to annually. That book is "Something Wicked This Way Comes" by Ray Bradbury. Who else would it have been. I am Die Hard for his writing. That is why I urge anyone with the capability to read to read this book. Or not . It's your journey man, take it. This book just makes the time pass more pleasurably. I have written some more insane words that mean nothing to anyone else, but feel free to comment on their organization or their stupidity of being next to one another as you please. Again its your journey.
Distance: 1463.61 Miles
Skip me when you count it out
Count me out when you want to skip
My feet hit too hard and my arms hang dead
Worried thoughts exit out my ears
And fossil shells are just hear lies
Face first into this gapping hole
Eyes wide in the darkest light possible
I go blind, three times I go blind
Popping this neck-bone braced
Scabby, waxed and leaving
Tri-herent are the ghosts in my voice
Smoke masks me in this alleyway
My face unseen is a censored blur
My arms used are rusty guns
My legs un-walked are wheels unturned
My eyes closed is a vain light cast.
Air not breathed is smoke still in my lungs
Three voices fall on audiences dispersed
Three ghosts remain and read their books
My hand is raised and I see it pointing
Pointing to a window closed
No pebbles to throw
No ear to hear them
1436.61 miles is too long to hear them
1436.61 fingers I have counted out
Fingers that protrude from the side of the road
Stop stopping. I have stopped.
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