Nine

This caged sense within Reason ; Alienation drips along language. ---------------------------------- Scripted games of thought caress the choke silk spin of a BuckShot Stutter. ---------------------------------- Stamped as Oil Slick crisis of existence ripped thru circulation. ------------------------------- Character Awake and kept round like a corner crash in pulp flat like. ------------------------------- Flinch while the room waits. Trail of pen following flight form of some design. -------------------------------- The stars submerging called a new game by the heavy smoke passing over. --------------------------------- in a ruby sneeze by the end of these lined days strike calm circuit script. ---------------------------------- ado lines run on these caricatures with much wrenching of the gut. ----------------------------------- A mumble ; slightest emotion in the corner Presenting Pages.