Journal entree number seven, its at night.
Stroking my pencil with your picture in my hand...

As the thick resurrection of the pavement of...
Are you gonna pay me back for what iv done...

Could someone else take cease in this?
Ripping threw glass, its just another kiss...

A fine lean equivalent instinctual colorful...
Stop the cloud of black that pounds on your...

Growing up in Smallville, living life a lie.
Ill give him credit, he is fly for a white guy...

A man of insolent honor, the man with no fear.
His true aggression, when someone dies is the only...

On a yellow brick path where a small girl dwells.
In a blue ribboned dress holding her chimes and...