A temporary warmth before the coldness of the gurney. The delicious afterglow before the stinging rebuke of hyper reality.
Brazenness to reach out for the forbidden, coupled with a reticence to face the repercussions. Yearning for a second coming and learning that the winged chariot flies ever faster. The mystique of the number 11, the magic in the eyes of the black familiar.
The second murder, the most bloodless one yet. The perfect crime, the one with no consequences to the soul. The accomplice left alone at the scene of the perpetration, the usual way.
Fleet footed are the ways of running from one misdemeanor to another.
Brazenness to reach out for the forbidden, coupled with a reticence to face the repercussions. Yearning for a second coming and learning that the winged chariot flies ever faster. The mystique of the number 11, the magic in the eyes of the black familiar.
The second murder, the most bloodless one yet. The perfect crime, the one with no consequences to the soul. The accomplice left alone at the scene of the perpetration, the usual way.
Fleet footed are the ways of running from one misdemeanor to another.
