The Fairy ( neal drank 4 shots of real absinthe and...)

Lets see if i can or not
maybe
In premonition as a bird lost in flight
Right?
(Fire and Sinthe...)

Shooting in the classroom, beads breaking on the walls of mispelled smiles.
The mother came home. Movies! Films! XXX! and death.
(sinthe and rest...)
Nights weary and everyones in bed the deadly snakes venom takes a breath.
The west is better in daydreams, everyones a stich in the time scene. But Im a liar...I come from truth in dire need of redemption. The whiskeys still a virgin to consumption. The Green fairy flaps her wings, her golden word sings, lights are coming forth from all around our sacred ground. No one cares to make a sound. Oh come on make a wave with me, Splashing on the sill, body's lying still, come on make a wave lets see. Lets make the Angels sin. Take and break a wing.
Love and learn to love it all. make her face cry and call, echoing off the cedar walls, drenched in the knees as the children crawl.

Sense is death and life a ride you pay 20 dollars to make it to the other side. Green grass all the way to silver neon brass. Sleep as in a dream. Talk and make a new world with me. Fairy come alive!Fall back into the darkened sea as moon stars and eyes collide.

It tasted like black licorice with the feel of a kiss from the iron fist. 4 swallows and a world of solitude and bliss. Fuck and scene. only the second of right now knows what i mean. see your green eyes in the morning...

(The silent voice stirred a few moments later... he spoke once again)

The fairy was green and a figment of unaturally atainable thought ability. A table laid out with mind capacity of cinematic proportions. More or less the symbol of a thought which costs an identiy and a stolen soul. And its true i will forget this all in the morning. If it ever comes. It was all delightfully insane and great. Cool as rain, real as pain, dead as plain, at 3:27 am.