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I took some of the craziest shit my favourite writers ever wrote, saw how it reflected my life.

One even gave me a manual, so to speak... that's why I always say RTFMK...

I followed - only found out after words - we must have read the same books... 

I hope he loves my stories... and appreciate the fucked-up shit I do with his... 

For he is a master, and ah'm bastard, and they are our friends.

They are not you... You need to learn to read first... before you understand...

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Masters at Craft

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A master at craft,

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bastard in Trade

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'twas all laid for me

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As if foretold;

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Dead Love

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Glowing City

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Dead Friends

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In to the grit

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Salvation!

Hope!

 

And a great journey

 

Isolation...

 

Global!

 

It's a bit muddled;

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Ledges are privied

 

Connections torn

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Never were...

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But an illusion

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Just like my master(s) of craft

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Found my bastard in trade

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It is not yet clear 

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But sure appears be thus

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Their masters of trade

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Have crafted my craft

 

(for my best friends only)