Into the distance, a ribbon of black.
Stretched to the point of no turning back.
A flight of fancy on a windswept field,
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast,
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies,
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I....
Hello, I'm Chris. I'm a bit of a weird one. Like it or lump it. I don't think I'm easy to talk about. I've got a very irregular head. And I'm not anything that you think I am anyway. So as I prepare to "take flight" and make my way into the real world of working in a petrol station I bid you farewell.
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