Empire Of The Senseless

“I blame you kid. Why’d you have go and do a thing like that? What the fuck were you thinking? Giving a boy a gun. Baby, there’s nowhere to run. Don’t you see? The boy has a pen. The boy is not thinking straight. In fact, the boy’s not thinking at all. Look up, would you! For heaven’s sake, not mine. It’s dark outside, dark enough to send all the children to their respectable caves. But you must know the night. The grass is wet with the mist that your skin is giving off. Aren’t you just a little bit curious what I taste like these days? What are you so afraid of? Sleeping with the dead? No! You cannot hold this fear. It will steal the life out of you. It will take my body from your bed. It will leave me on Dove Street screaming like a baby. She rode a purple tinted metal stallion up a tiny hill and never even looked behind. She went to work. It all worked out exactly as she planned. Her plan was in numbers. She churned letters into ideas. It took her 30 years to write up these conclusions, 30 more to see them