The devil sleeps in my veins he is balled up and protruding-- resting in tumor position making me sweat, making me worry this might be the last time i ever use a knife
I offer you the cracked words of a beggar. I am haunted by my present madness, my future sorrow, and the small music of old loves; beautiful women that have stolen all my organs after they have kissed me to sleep. And please check out the blog of my fellow wordsmith, Daniel Damen Huron, at www.ReportToAnAcademy.blogspot.com.
He is the next great American novelist. Mark my words, Internet.
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