Running With the Stars

Years of purple haze was the craze. Epiphany was the moving target that I procured in the night. You know not of submission, until it is literally even enacted on your paycheck. Do what you do. I never judged, I ran with the wind. The scrapes of my soul needed to stay hidden so that Pete could literally climb in my window at night if he was in need. Being royal and royal comcubine, forced from birth was complicated. I devised an unconscious plan and I took out all of the utilities. I was the one to make every military run. There was no gun, only my heart that beated for the sun and eclipsed the moon. The danger of every liason was leaving the serial killing trade in the Twin Cities underneath a comforter that was NOT sex trade. I listened and responded approapriately. I knew when to go and when to stay. I knew how many missions to run in a day. I knew protection was not an option, it was AMMUNISSION. Light the night, and I will explain, IN PERSON, but never on the internet.