I lit my lighterto fight fire with fire…Only the cherriesremain extinguishedand I struggleto distinguishbetween fear, fantasy, and fun – and the reality I seek solace from. Can’t hide forever,wish though that I neverencountered the anti-good,destroyer of innocenceruination of childhood. If onlymy thoughts would stoptheir uncouth amalgam of flop,if I could just get pastmy presentwhere it …
Kayfucius 