Through the darkness of future’s past, the magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds… “Fire… walk with me.” We lived among the people. I think you say, convenience store. We lived above it. I mean it like it is… like it sounds. I too have been touched by the devilish one. Tattoo on the left shoulder… Oh, but when I saw the face of God, I was changed. I took the entire arm off. My name is Mike. His name is Bob.
(Source: virginiasmasters, via winner-take-nothing)