I’m in a fire for the full seven, so maybe tomorrow. I’ll be watching, thinking maybe he chases a car, though, it’s doubtful. Why? Oh, because he’s dead. And while the private is no longer private I get fed.

Hunger feels like hope, like thin, like I can float, like "fuck you, let me in". How can heaven be so hard to crack? I’m smart, the fact is that as practical as it seems to me, we don’t agree.

Yes, the freight’s heavy, but I can be patient. Studied pupil of group life, I’m very useful. Rage hard. Pull the card magician, I’m the fool. Tool of none: no mind, no rule.
It’s for protection… mine.

Such lovely cloud cover. Sunlight get behind thee! So much open sky.. too easy to find me. I don’t hide, I just liked it when the rain fell. Flood, wave back when I say farewell. Please take my ghost before the cold arrives. Really I’ve tried to make it a good one while still alive. There is time yet to gather more splinters, but less before the freeze of cold winter.
Calm.

Maybe.. yeah maybe, there’s a chance we get on well. You can never look back at the long way down where the last one fell. In an effort to fix it, there were bad tricks. Taking too many for the new core to lay down even a few more bricks. I’m here on the bridge, look! It’s all there is: the push we can't ignore. But the far side, until the one day, will stay obscure. Though I know in the widest time all the finest threads in terrible tangles will be made a single line.

I was invited. I am a guest.

When the faithful want a soft kiss, and the rate gets to to the highest, there will always be the whisper that you’ll get it all with interest. My advisory stance will stay blind to the advancement of my kind, but as for me I’m fine.

[...] I've got to get my breath back. What’s all this slack left here after all that. Crush left me for the wing man: beautiful bird, biggest wing-span. Fill the bucket with false teeth and.........

With the best of intentions, still instinct is the crush. Here together so high up it will stay just us. In a flash of the tastefully frozen last words and deeds of the twin: "we are those destined to win". Simple trick, simple fraud, one illusion, all left awed. In the next town, come in dream. Take the crown then run the scheme. Never will there be an excess. All and more is needed, never less. What you want let me give. None will ever guess. Still the walk is ever soft. Never off the perfect (e)x. Though you might find rest, you will not forget the west. It seems it's here to stay…

Oh, why don't you sing to me, for a little while. Too many words.. I'd be silent, but I.. but I... oh, who knows..

Stuck watching this death march in a stock scene. How can I believe you know what all these rocks mean? You know what, I take you serious, but it's not the same. I will dig until I unearth my real name. Horrible tale. Glory pale as the deep sea. This is not how you treat me.. Be nice! Glass limbs, but, whatever, I never hide. Though it'll be better inside when they turn on that device.

Wicked apart from everyone, I’ll take the something else. If it helps then it’s good. Here’s to good health. Intimate evening, but tomorrow back on the road. But really I'd much rather it all slowed.

Bienvenue à l’ouest.

Still aimed in the direction of the wise men. No surprise then, we have nearly reached the end. With the awful approach of the jaw dragging twins, called down by the cold north winds, this is how it begins.

The heat, the run, the dust, the burn, the voice, the turn, the spark, the flame, the sound, the fall, the stain, the cloud, the fire, the rain, the crowd.

The flies, the bone, the river, the word, the cost, the breeze, the lost, the bird, the gate, the waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting, forever the waiting.