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Super busy lately. Moving is a pain, but it is done. I would like to say more but I have to get up in the morning. So I leave you with some writing that I now have time to do

He stood; watching the dismembering man.

He moved slowly through the shallow darkness of this Monday afternoon.

Normalized complacency caused the future to bow to

Drunken chivalry, east of here, like the church on Sunday.

Blackened bruises washed upon the shore of his… of his… heart.

Ready to head of to the infinite roads that surround his asylum ( heart ).

Okay I guess…

Personal effects of the wrench-wielding misfit clothed the lost boy of the garage.

Pierced comfort and forgotten remembrance.

Now and again he wondered of the thickness of the soul.

Smiles arose, like drunken chivalry, east of here.

Like a church on Sunday.

Like the lost worlds of malice, he rumbles into the room.

Circle surrounded the peering brown sphere from which nothing passed.

The cold room grew distressing.

Lost on a road to a plan, he struck out.

Stuck out against the Easter Tree.

Against the broken hot wheels.

Against the hole in the wall, behind the door.

Against the the jeans that didn't fit.

Against the broken down Pontiac, in front of the gas pump.

Against the fading memories of his adolescent terrors.

Against the girls that stole his serenity.

The blows hit empty the empty night air.

The echoes of silence rippled through the anger.

The mirror reflected his memory.

Again the move towards being lost.

Smiling and whistling tears.

Tremendous purity and kindness stumbled in.

Like drunk chivalry, here now.

Preaching the end of the world.

Deep into his fire she planted hope.

The burning of possibility screamed into the night.

With her hand he stuck out.

Against the loneliness.

Against the heartache.

Against the stressful past exuberance.

Against everything that was not.

Against liars and the lie.

Against the girls that stole his serenity.

The blows hit empty the empty night air.

The echoes of silence rippled through the anger.

The mirror reflected his memories.