i struck first with orlando at my heels. i drew blood, i drew buckets that would spill. i've checked into more hotels than you have friends. i've covered more women than your body is laced in skin. i've made more promises than i would care to state. i've been in more papers than balloons in mache. if you salute what's falling down, i salute what's burning down.i turned settlements to smoke. i turned desserts into choking furnaces of emptiness. i won't forget the whiteness in her eyes as her head bent back and my natural digging instincts came. i won't forget the dirt on her frown, as her body is falling down. maybe the plants will let her breathe? quickly moving out of town. i sing and cry your name aloud as my stereo surrounds. i turned families into dust, i turned braces into rust. i turned sleepy settlements into things of urban legend. otherwise, they would have slowly decayed. i turned sleepy settlements into rural descent. otherwise, the culture would soon fade away. the faces would soon turn to grey, the stone would soon chip away. nobody visits here anyway.
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