A thought in a box, in a nod, in a moment. A journey in red and blue with many miles on the broken clock. A long and pleasant journey I should say, whisked away by myself over hill and highway from the bottom to the top. I put myself under some scrutiny, some pressure, apply a little fear, here and there. Poisoned and sweet. That's what you get when you become that person driven by a fear. It made me wonder, as I reflected, whatever happened to Priscilla Presley?
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