lily

He follows. I ride. We are energy rushing down the hallways of invisible waves owning the moment until it fades. Adrenalin. Fire. War. I jump up onto concrete and keep running only looking back occasionally to watch the railroad police become smaller and smaller until they blend into the piece of graffiti art that we just had just created, shaking their heads. We are a virus to their towns and cities. He laughs crazy disaster laughter, His bones shake when he laughs and then he coughs and spits up blood on the concrete next to me. I hope that it infects the whole city with his virus so that he doesnt have to die alone. The fume from the spray paint is probably not too great for you, Fred I tell him. Living aint too good for me at this point, Lil, So I might as well have fun and do what I love. And then he looks up at me and smiles a big smile exposing the blood dribbling down from the empty sockets of his teeth that crack cocaine destroyed into his crazy beard full of sweat and dirt. The top of his head is bald and the hair that remains hangs around in small dreaded clumps. Hes got dirt, blood and spray paint staining his shirt. He looks like a cross between Einstein and an old bum that maybe had LSD crystals blown into his wandering eyes, leaving him permanently spun the fuck out. Beautiful and revolting united into a bunch of violent cells that made up Fred. Soon to be just another stranger of an angel that plays jokes on me from the gutters of heaven. Our alliance was formed inside a mental institution, where we attempted to organize every insane mind into an uprising, I wish I knew where it would end, Until then Ill make sure he has enough spraypaint to mark his stories on the walls, immortalizing pieces of him for years to come.
Love and Chaos, Lily