Laptop: Year of the Black Rainbow
Background: mom's house
Head:  I fail.  Then I wrote twon and I feel normal.  
	I must stop because I don't know where to take the story.


call down innocence and will all be for time to come
cry in clean and crown king to cave in around down about
clam counter alter self saunter about to step therein
perfom three times forever 
calamity
obstinent treatice foregone toward other side
vampiric to crawl through
all the fairer listing twon

crimson sky to draw out what is in thy breast
beading long course from cling
atmosphere osmotic and neon powers crackling
he brings a serpent to life in the breeze
named for cause while stripped aware
a fight does break in sanguinary mist
all rust shelled born copper in taste
against a granite monolith with wager to account
atop shallow glassed island capping a sea that starves
ominous world's choir picks the key
righteous cause brings temperament