The money transferred from my hand to his like an angel landed it. Weightless. Flight in air, a second in time where I stopped to think I must write this. Here in this place where people ...all the people go. I am reminded of him. Haunted. I spent the night in a cold house , no electric ... While my suppose to be date went to watch HIM
play at the place that ripped off "RED HOT PEPPERS"! I sent a picture of myself to " my date" as a ploy to get him to show my demon.
I can't escape a SAXAPHONE ! It just came on at this place. The place my demon brought me. I swear he took a part of my soul. At the risk of sounding cliche' What a wicked web he weaves with all the women. Oh just wait till I fill you in on what she ( the last girlfriend ) had to say ....
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