You see something for the first time and the familiarity haunts you. Faded brick, worn boards and overgrown bush revealing rusted magic call to you. A memory begins; a photograph becomes but a marker in time.
Walk with me…
In The December Grey
after Satan laughs
there will be no Vicodin today
In the parking lot a shadowy figure mumbled a kind of
hello. At first I thought him an hallucination, but with the
sun breaking through the bleakness and codeine deprivation
vice-gripping my brain, I recognized Gary's black onyx…Continue
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