when you're as tired
as i am
reading too much
of that serial thriller
killer stuff
just dropped reality
the polished marble
rolling across the hardwood
bouncing off
the authentic oak baseboard
to settle out of reach
behind the chesterfield
you fall asleep
to dream
the crazy jagged dream
of that serial killer
thriller stuff
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a series of monologues - this is the truth of me, spoken in the words of all these random thoughts and people, with scarce a word of fact...
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