Alex, The G
trench coat zipped to His neck
bouncing arms and an expression of emptyness
the knackered jeans once belonged to some girl
His name was Alex, the mystic G
called the Beacon
His eyes were everywhere
His mind nowhere
couldn´t decide about His next step
He was loppy
the Apache was jumping in His brain
waving his arms and vociferating horrific secrets
He killed the Apache
spilling His ...
Thursday 11th April 2019 12:18 am
such satisfying perks
you get them everywhere
she just wishes she was not afraid
of stepping the line
there she goes
showing to the servants
the freedom of her spirit
mastering the ability of disguise
no one believes in that
she ain't surprised
she used to be one of those
now she's converted
to the magical mistery path
wherever you go
you'll remember her smile
trying to imagine th...
Friday 17th August 2018 10:46 pm
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