I still can see the photon leftovers of the skittle colored streams marred across the air from his fingers. With those sunflower rich features of his, star spangled azure eyes, lies his inner most devil greedy and menacing with those handsome looks. But what happens when devil meets the innocence of the pink callow lipped?

Music, tattoos and more

I live at Concerts and Festivals
I live with the music

All the ashy white packed into pill cases must be made of flour. They won’t work like they used to. Alter ego outside the glass sliding door, axe murderer waiting. I tried holding a boy’s hand today, his were eager, with fingers stretched open like individual hugging arms. Mine were scaly and unhinged. All that happiness slipped out of grasp, bar of soap in the shower unattainable. 
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