so, well, i guess what i'm trying to say is it's...well, it's all over now. here's what was left behind on the endless dark screaming stretches of those stark sunswept shores, washed by the invisible fingers of a ghost ocean. somewhere out at sea a hand reaches for space. he just might make it this time. that is, if he tries. in other words
licking crimson frog skin
waiting for the sun boy to climb out of his hole
genius smirking in the cobwebbed corner
dying vinyl, and
her
frost kissed pallor
ink black hair
like the river of death
there's a song in my head
in my head
welcome to the dead zone
P.S. - I'm trying not to talk so very much anymore
