No sign of motion neither slow, nor normal, or fast; No questions asked.
-Officer, officer, enter my home plant me a hope chain my globe
In the frozen arteries of bloodless metaphors fearful life, now, lethargically flows; fear of life, fear of soul. He tried to blend but the back door was closed and the front one wrote: - Prophets And Sons of Wastelands, Poets Acceding to Writing Ads -
-Officer, officer, stop my bicycle seize my principle leave my icicle.