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I should have given her a cigarette, but she didn’t ask so I left no trace. The light was a signal but I had no idea. Help was the key to the morning sun and when she spoke he had a little rasp in his voice that kept him quiet. He knew that the leader sat back in the hotel and wandered his mind like a reddening sun. He stared at the sun and swore under his breath. He wanted to speak but his mind was a wreck. The shelter he crept like his mind and dreams lie, the lines that he wrote and the “Fine, Ma, goodbye.”

Our hero awoke for the dream.
He knew that if modern man was segmented they could find all the reasons to lead the new water, for these are the people who march in the summer. They can be speaking when love is a matter. I know that the little green white and blue scenes where shock rock, pigment and mindful escapes. Where did these men come from? What was that sound I just heard? Why was I unable to decipher my dream from reality?

It wasn’t gripping. It was sudden mass. The light at the end of the tunnel was that I could not speak without spelling. Love guided me in. And as I spoke softly to the intellect I stood outside our representative’s office and the person who wandered was perfectly grey. I knew I could see him. So I stood there with a microphone.
Why did this man want to run a nation?

There he stood across for me, the leader of the local and vocal skinheads and he wanted retribution for appeasements made. Across from him stood the local parliamentary official. They both had microphones. I was safe at home in Craft Club offices and grabbed my trusty megaphone.

This what I told him:
I stared across the bathtub at her. She looked beautiful, but different. She was taking my breath away and reminding me of a long lost love. I wondered if we had been together longer than the six months I knew we had been. Then I wondered if the lady she had reminded me of had cut off her face, cleaned it and was wearing it.

I needed a cigarette, so I got up and left the bathtub. It was dark outside. And my mind wandered to another lit round, or at least a sovereign league of sincere reasoning.