Cigarette smoke hovered and explored the room. Chain-smoking, it seemed to be the ingredient or rather fuel, needed to power the shell that was Cemetery. The mind sat in the body of what would be a silent surrounding, other than the occasional crackle of yet another pull off the never ending cigarette. Yet, silence was impossible. Thoughts raced, endless rabbit holes, and absolutely no way to shut the fucking thing off! Top it all off with the profession? You'll forever be blueballed from rest or peace of mind. The smell of dirt overtook him, reminders. The poor kid was in a shitty unmarked grave, where? Never spoken of again, forgotten if you ask me. It would leave the novice pumping with emotions, changing him forever. You make it or you don't, Cemetery would die in the shadows of the highest building of the world. Simply because you float above or you don't and you could never catch him working a 9 to 5 slaving away till the day all the processed food, stress, and loss of soul catches up and leaves you free falling in the hallway of that lovely office job that replaced you as soon as your body was removed.

His eyes were closed, the moon lit the hotboxed room. Isolation was welcoming almost even loving. Laying dormant had to end, eyes open, the story started before now of course, but it was about to open up and poke around the third eye, what it would reveal? or lead to? That would be the surprise kept silent till it bursts out and can't be stopped.

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As he tried to slyly recover from his accident he lifts his neck and back. Wonderin'n onn about a silly dumb song in the inner suplexus of his inner solarflexus. TexassSun shines on a beautiful beard with goggles and a hat. Probably hides his face when doing bidness.