It is Not What It Seems

I think today of the Angel in the night. Angeles you are missing in my mind. Crack, not smack is what you did on air that day. The whole chain went limp and made heroine vampiric. Blood was replaced and large amounts of heroine became the crave. David, where are you? I see your toe and I say this ain't my first rodeo. Being baby ain't cool. Cruel this way, and almost comotose today. A man who eats is a man who can be on tv. I create to make a warlockery reality where vampires concentrate on submission of maiden, not beast. The reality will exist, but the blood will not. Juice will be blood. It is alchemy. I think that the vampires of LA are kind of sick today. Let's put it all together and take you out of comatown. New blood is she. Stay away. A lot to see. Russians are in tunnel through slot. I keep it clean. David you are too much of an X-file at this moment. I like the person I used to talk too. You were a comrad in arms in Muncie. He is not, but he is. So many in vicinity, my creativity is taught and then under review. No friends, just beings who know my face. Take my hand and understand. See me as the image that comes to you. Talk and jog a block or two today. Everything is fine if you just focus on the sun and the wind. Meals are optional. Have some sweet almonds on hand. Put five in your hand and take them down at once. A blanket at night is alright. Ferocious is what I am looking at you to be. Disrespect me publically, and a bitch might just knock you out ant shatter your jaw.