Stories are buzzing,
Gnawing at the brain stem.
Colors are flashing,
Scenes are blending together.
Hero's are becoming villains,
Princesses tuned to evil witches.
Stop!
The demons are sprouting white wings,
Swords are sharper then I could have imagined.
Please drop this now!
Cut the imitation down,
Stop the starts,
Give me an end...hell even a middle.
Musings of a brain gone on block
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