The End

Warren wasn't sure if he liked this situation. It was the end of his revolution. Burning and phosphorus in the background. All he could to keep from floating around by the miasma of syphers. He could skinny-dip through but that didn't seem to fit his style. Maybe years later he would report this to the 5-0. They didn't seem to care sometimes. Other times were not so lenient. Look at all those leaves floating around. All these people were getting into his bubble, but it didn't seem to bother him anymore, not like it did before.

It gangrened his imagination. Above all else it also multiplied the central nerve of his brain and complicated the values of his basic self. Move over edgar allen poe. All these people were twisted. They could care less. They were all caring there cell phones around them. Hoping to call for relief. Would they get a call back? Maybe.

My dream and his dreams are coming true. Wanting more dinero to complete his transactions. But it wasn't as easy as it was before. He did not know why. Submitting itself for review and reverance all at once. Till the end of the beginning. He got numb thinking about it every time. All alone or nothing at all.

I have found a twist in the tale like none other. Sometimes it grabs you from behind other times from the front. All together the fog had lifted. For no reason at all. Nobody seems to care about that discretion. They just leave it at no more nonsense. As our founding fathers have told us no more substitutions.

On the ground Warren wasn't sure what he found. Was it candy or some other joyful bitterness, he could not tell. It's leaves were grey with anticipation that he found lonely at times. Others were not so quick to judge at what it could be, a tattered remenant of days gone by.

In his mind the tatters could come by and explode. Not many faces he knew at the party, except the ones that he knew.

He was coming apart mentally, sidewinding, and tripping at all of the common factors of a blubbering idiot. The doc said that this wasn't something to worry about so much. He didn't like the way it felt. Always at a commanding factor in his life. Warren would never forget the way he felt when he first came in. Tempting himself with ambition.

It was a twisted degree of comprehension and it became store-bound. Not sure what that means, but it was the first thing that came to mind. Nothing could change it now. It was a paradox that had no end to it. Until next time they or do they say it that way anymore? The complication came first in the bedroom. Warren's mate could not compromise the end of this story. Or could she. It remained to be seen in a close net community.

The passion would fall away sometime, believe it or not. And this thing about a word limit is ludacris. Although everyone knew it was put there for a reason. She was beautiful in every degree of the rainbow. Her scars could not hide every reaction that was put here on Earth. Till next time lets see what happens as the corridor closes. Showing things that were beautiful in someone's eyes. The case will close to compromises.

Let her in her room and she will show you a great time. Although you might not like what you see. It will change your memory from time to time. Until the crimson rays fall apart.