Sunday, 20 November 2016

DREAMSCAPE

DREAMSCAPE

Trapped in my nightmare of reality I dream of a hick town in America where people go missing in them hills, where if you ask questions on the truth you disappear too. The local cop went asking the boss of the logging operation that runs this land; this guy is worth 623 million dollars. He can afford a hit of a grand and make you disappear. He never gets his hands dirty; someone else does his dirty work. Just like the hills have eyes or house of wax. The cop went and asked, his wife ate her evening meal alone that night. He just disappeared...

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