2.8
If I could only talk to you for a little while before I read
for the ladies. I was their hero. Especially for those who thought they needed
saving. I wanted to go straight ahead. I thought we stood on some kind of
common ground. I seem to be seeking for the right words. So many times the
right words do not come. There can only be a little glimpse into this thing,
this wonder, and this world mystery. I wanted to impress you with the
seriousness of my concern. To hell and
back with all the noses. I can hear the darkness call. That voice has always
been there. Calling out to me in all times and ever conscious of the eye. I had
sacrificed the patron saint. Tied her up with the fresh clippings of the bushes
in the backyard and set her heart to flame. There is always some life blood
dripping away. Off you go with my sorrow.
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