OPEN AIR (1)
And in a waver of silence he wept to the thin air, knowing that somewhere he would be safe, a place where real friends understood why he had turned out the way he did …
The biggest improvement is exaggeration:
Substance to substitute what he once was!
Drinking the Green Genie, with a dose of morphine & dope-delirium he found fabulisims & fantastic rhythms to be gone on, concaves & curfews to detour; lean & lagging & sparked off his feet … rolling with the dark side … |