straying away from reality,
slipping into mentality constantly pushing to prevent a sense of disarray.
Say,
have you heard that little bit about Mister Parker?
Some say that he raped and killed his own daughter,
cause she'd wander into the darkness of night and learn all about flying from a boy with a bike,
who spent way too much time talking about something wrong being right.
Or what about Sister Imogene?
Last time I heard about the bride of Christ,
she was learning a lesson from a man with a knife.
The orphan of a Christian ward had learned the truth of what had been,
and asked the sweet old sister if 'morality' was a trend,
or was she just not thinking when she locked him in that closet,
for touching another boy with the tip of his pen.
It's truly been a while since I've witnessed Jerry's smile.
Yeah,
the man was a wimp but who'd be one to stand on trial.
It was said his mother never really treated him nice, because she always made him sit for hours on a block of ice.
And when he grew up it had been the reason he's infertile.
It forced his wife to leave him and caused his reasoning to curdle.
One night while she was asleep in her bed,
Jerry made sure he went straight for her head.
Now fictional characters are the things I admire the most, because as a writer or an artist, you develop a personality based on the ones you've seen or met or even things about yourself are portrayed.
Therefore, somewhere in the world that combination will meet the person of it's exact type and they will be mind blown.
At least one person will love what you wrote.
Inspiration.
Productivity.
...
Something was supposed to be said, end note.