My, What A Pretty Face

diary entry 7

Come little one's drink from my lips, while I suckle on your wounds.. let me be one with you on this new moon.

I am the reaper and you are my prey open your arms and embrace this new day..
Family's are searching, they are calling for there children to come home, I've seen fliers have I already taken too many. what should I do my work isn't complete,I still have more to do god please show me the way.. guaranteed they won't every find anything, I've been precise I've made no mistakes.. I'm sure I haven't, but I must make sure
I will join the search .. I am after all apart of this community. I've helped with the search I've passed out fliers they have nutting ,I live to rise another day... there is a saying, if your going to do bad. Never do it close to home, I think it's time I take my art on the road..
Tennessee 1954 my family, and I decided to take a vacation, with the kids being out from school what better than a little fishing and seeing the country side. Atleast that's the guise I used to get it all going. Never shit were you work, never kill were you live. And that was my biggest mistake the more, you take from the "well"it can not fill again, with out someone eventually paying attention. I must change my scenery, but never my form. Because with no art, with no beauty there can be no god