Looking back through the rear view mirror.

Razorblades.

Energetically the environment was toxic. The utter exhaustion of the artificial nature of this job. The unbearable toll that has left me looking down the barrel of a shot-gun. Any minute now. The madness and mania  the autonomy and mostly the money. Isn’t that what it is all about anyway? The degradation of my soul eating away. Wasting time, marking time with standing completely still. Fenced in by my own fear that surrounds me.  And the fact is I am more than willing to go back for more.  With this news Sparrow just hangs his head and he cries.

-ApplejAxe

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~ by applejaxe on December 29, 2011.

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