Motivation
By birksy
Move among the whipping reeds, Buzz in my ears as the bloodsuckers wait, Soon to be invisible, to play amongst the others. Made it through the gap, now I’ll try that green, green grass, chew for a while, spit it back at them, and move on before they set on me. Legs are wet with freedom, the dusty yard has the spilt blood of the kill, felt good again, felt right, memory’s a wonderful tool, but there’s nothing quite like the real thing. I’ll just hide in here, nice looking house, people asleep won’t know the difference, meet my motivation, it’s guaranteed to make you scream. Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 10:26 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 9
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