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Legs crossing, uncrossing- shifting in dusty maroon plushness waiting "Waiting so long I've been waiting so long. . ." fingering the clean jagged perforated tear on the paper stub in my pocket. Vaguly amused by the way the smokey rainbow glows through the rubber retinas, Until silent night falls and screams echo off the archaic cinema walls. The moon flashes to life, and cradles in it's grace- the Alien Angel and screams mutate into howls, until the angel touches his axe to silence the crowd- ". . .and I'm sinking in the Quicksand of my thoughts, and I ain't got the power anymore. . ." he holds the power radiating like firey gold melting into the crowd fueling tears and cries of untouched rapture haunting, crawling into the creavaces of the brain forcing the heart to swell ready to burst with jucies of adoration. . . Wailing crooning- seal soft velvet hips thrusting and swaying voice as thick as spun honey sugar moans coated in fungus sweat soaked gauze clinging-- falling to his knees as flakes of plastic moondust engulf, flutter like mad moths around his aging features "Moondust will cover you. . ." Smiling Laughing teasing the seas of straining hands brushing fingertips and leaving ripples of stardust in his wake-- it is his magic his spell his music the Eart hl i ng man. . . has branded his mark into the chain of my existance forcing a link of silver marked by a ticket stub and a T-shirt baring his grace ". . .Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe. . ." Memory of blazing kaledoscope lightning harmony thunder a storm of emotions welling inme. . . which slowly subsides to a gentle trickle as his voice shrinks to a plastic disc, days separate the web. . . and I know I came ". . .face to face with the man who sold the world. . ." in one night "I opened strange doors we'd never close again. . ." I am baptized in his moondust-- ". . .and I ain't got the power anymore. . ."
