Peace be to you and peace be to U2
I’ve been in a place called vertigo
Since I was seven at Dairy Queen
Conquering death-defying cones of ice cream
Swirls of memories and childhood scenes
Blend in the lines of A-sides and Z’s
The dream machine screams it’s all peaches and cream
Music is where I get my sense of rhyme,
And books are where I gained my love of lines
Living for a living since ten, ten sixteen
Listing achieved schemes and budding day dreams
Like pros and partners in con
Counting heartbeats spent out of regularity
Moments thieved by feelings of glee
Got a warrant out for cardiac arrest
No lifetime guarantee
So shed conformity and live in naked truth
Shirttails tell little about the man beneath
Words can’t be forced into light before ripe
Quiet they lay dormant in a holding ground
Until they emerge with a forceful surge
As if a lion’s been awoken
Come step inside my mind
And lose consciences with the obvious
Scribblings, scrawlings,
Depictions, descriptions,
Envisions, encryptions,
Limited edition.
R.C. Serra
That Blonde Vagabond 
love the pictures. You know me, I always want to see pictures!
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