Monday, 16 December 2013

Only one Rocket named Richard

The Rocket he ricochets in my brain like a oxy synapse gone wild, with a half life of a lifetime. Fire on Ice this is my life. Not an easy thing to do considering the dichotomy. (hey I spelled it write without spell check) I could not get a red glare in my eyes without compromise. I tried the pipe and I liked it. My eyes glows red and I was the Rocket brought up from the dead.

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