When was it that IWas cracked? Unsimple Simon.The time when I chased Spectral ZazumeeThrough plate glass window, bloodyBrow, needed stitching? Or when I refusedTo go

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
When was it that IWas cracked? Unsimple Simon.The time when I chased Spectral ZazumeeThrough plate glass window, bloodyBrow, needed stitching? Or when I refusedTo go
These words become myAlchemical masterwork,In which various Characters voice myPugnanimous sentimentsAnd brawl on the floor. Thus do I transmuteVitriol, uncouth, intoSublimest vapors.
Look for me, I amNot easy to find. I blendInto the woodwork. It’s survival, notCowardice. I go to ground.Who shall praise you if We all
I only ever Wanted to help the family The other guys said Joseph was going To take everything so I Went along, but it Was
Lost I my birthright, With my lust; I learned to bow To his bright star’s light.
On my head and hand Bind I your Words, all evil Ever I withstand From Jude 24