The freaks rise

May 27, 2013

Its been said the craziest things happen when the sun shuts his eyes, when the moon lifts her head is when the freaks rise the jade carpets rolls on the feild of hard concrete where lifeless feet bear no wittness to the humbling skyscrapers that almost hit satalites, the stars wink back at those caught staring the trees stretch their ancient roots, and stiff backs the water slides happily down jaded rocks that have their backs turned for they no longer trust the world is a beautiful place but every once in a while, show their faces, to check if that has changed the sun does get jealous so he hides behind his sister to see the stories he tells her before she rests her head sometimes he wonders what its like too see the world of when he freaks rise

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