William Knight(email@example.com) reports he
be at Clemson long, resides in Columbus, S.C. and plays drums for the
band Slow Foliage.
He is strict standing form by a tall canyon wall. He is standing
tall, near the strict canyon wall. He has a form. He wonders if you feel
pain. Do you feel pain. Slaps the canyon wall, feels the stone in an
electric handpalm tone, stone flesh tone. Stands tall against wall and
slaps stone for tone. Do you feel pain? Face the wall
and bend, shortening stature, examining wall, awakening
stand and turn away from wall, walk away from wall, all.
He is strict walking form, desert highway at night. He is looming, nearing
road. Headlights. He is walking, walking, walking. Headlights. Sigh of
car, air sighs by like wispy night knife cry. He tries to sigh. He
kicks the road. He is walking, bent, over road hard earth. Feet crush
ground in pain form mirth. He tries to sigh. He walks on road under wall
load that kicks hard earth like death life birth. Pain form mirth. Form
He sees a wall.
Standing tall, approaches wall. Sees the stain of hand palm pain on wall,
wonders why. Tries to sigh. Touches wall in electric palm touch quest.
His eyes and his eyes and his eyes confess, that wall is all and he is
tall, and that sigh is electric knife touch lie. He tries to die. He
knows that knife touch skin tall canyon wall is earth form palm touch road hard call. He is standing tall.
He loves the wall.
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