...flesh just fell from his face.
Motion kept him young, free happy even, well so he could hide it in the blur. Stop borught on age and decreption. The words repeat and change a thesaurus of phrases.
let more prints of intersection a weekend ripe with memories of past deeds frozen flesh caught in time, I think I'm developing pnuemonia, heat rays of chest, a warmth inisde that comes from sickness. The time is ticking, the sickness resides, never at bay never in control, I will steal..