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An all too ordinary story, with aftertaste so bitter
Forced to be someone I don't want to be
I'm losing myself... sinking deeper down
I'm caught in the world wound web

Saturday, January 12, 2008

sitting down on excess fagging as every smoke drench zachary's throat as they slither thru his swollen tonsils he cringes and bears the pain as he reached for his salvation a cold antidote of jack daniels his heart was cold his eyes teary and his mind in a confusionclashin pasts that he will not extinguishand the future he detests what is waht he really want?is the prize denial or love?his band chucked him asidehe was down on his luck all his projects were shadows of his giants...his guitar a wrecked up wood dusting in the corner his love was but a lie...ciggaretes and the bottle were his mates..but today a falsh glimmer shone..as hedustd off his guitar he strolled down the subway not knowing what is next..it went without a hitch the jamming seesion was his first in ages..this band was diffrent he said..youngbloods with old dogs like him and gates..but being the stubborn dog dat wont stay down he aired the dirty laundry about his past expericnes with members he culdnt care less about to the youngbloods and gates smiled as he knew our meesage was done its up to them to carry this flame..the journey begins..as he strolled down the avenue approaching thunderstorm abaits he haerd his name..as he spun he saw his old sage.the only person he truly respected in his old clan of brothers in arms other than yoshi san in the sect or iron,with a genuine smile and piercing eyes they excahnged words and wounds were healed and deep down his respect for his sage deepened he was well known.zachary that is the rebel.the person who does not suck up to someone his respect toward someone was genuine he expect noting just to be a comrade was all he asked for.and on that day though his quest to redeem himslef was still at large his respect was restored in his heart though it was just a short and seem to be meaningless conversation it meant alot to him and that good men like his sage,yoshi san ,gates.gate's jr are true good men that he will alwyas appriciate and kowtow to.cheers to you fellow good men there arent many like thy.hallowed be thy name
Another Ordinary Story at 6:48 AM;


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