A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow. Not the regal creature of border caves. But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar. Of some obscure Scottish poet.
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence. I am the assassin, providing your nemesis. On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend. Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend.
Read some Kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now. Something about roman candles fizzing out, shine a little light on me now.
I found smog at the end of my rainbow. I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase. Declared the constitution of the walkway. I realize, it's time to plan the day, the day, the day.