Chapter One: The Great Gig in the Sky December 24th, 2012 London, UK 1. The greatest rock guitarist this undeserving world ever knew is dead. He died three days ago. Doomsday. The whole world was supposed to end. For Woody Lee, it did.
grim reaper hands tickle skins as they tickle girls’ honey in the splender in the glory darkness reigns in dark eyes hair hanging like the shadow of death to all those who listen to the piercing cry and wicked grinning teeth frothy broth inhaler wind surfer riding the waves of ecstacy along the brain-pan ofContinue reading “crew”
the first of the rings I found in youth my newborn eyes blinded by its shimmer I kept it hidden for years not expecting to find more the second ring came from my mother forged in her heart by her endless care my father granted the third ring through his sacrifice and pain it cameContinue reading “tenth ring”