"My sleep makes phone calls..w/
anger of tainted love
biting as fuse.
.breaking my muse,mistaking
me as it's demon
...lot..a more common master,
what controls the studios..where
I preside..where I smile..where I lie,
curious as a germ linked
inside my brain..a substance cursed
by media's group of chemistry, the
element of pursuit...calling me the
antidote..with characters..I write..
read, promote..the stage is
my name..the lines that i say...
where i be..soft as a body's fleshold in
memory. kept I become..the meadows where
I ran through..laid in fields of amber Rose
quiver as the sequence of...an actor, the
screenplay..The script I've become..a Play..
as everyone's circuit
connects..an 2 introduction..the Life of...
HOLLYWOOD..a performance no one can find..
me..while lost..trying 2 b myself...Create
Sunday, December 5, 2010
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