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Take One Armadillo, Add Flash Bulb, and Stir!

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What a scary, disturbingly sick ride! I wanted to do myself a solid, so I decided to buy a twisted new and disturbing thriller at Kindle ebooks for my self:  Demonsleep: Succubus Ascending, written by Binger Ray. I had wanted this sick Thriller in paperback.

The book itself, well, turned out to be downright disturbing to say the least. SCORE! The story was very reminiscent of the Movie Se7en… it had that kind of an ending, except this one felt even more uncomfortable. There are deaths, carnage, demons, sex, and drug use. Yes friends, there’s foul-play galore. It all ends with a very gripping twist. The whole time that I was reading I couldn’t help but feel like someone was in my attic watching me; Someone who was not the Easter Bunny! I will have to leave all of the creepiness for you to find out on your own.

Psychologically disturbing? YES. Kinda made me feel violated? YES again. He’s writing another? Yes again! WIN WIN WIN!!!

I woke up on Sunday of this week and had a song in my head that I heard in a dream that I was having. Now, I know it sounds weird, but it’s also the way that I learned how to play guitar, though that’s hard rock. I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote it down. I’d love for someone to finish it and put it to music. Any Takers? I want to hear it again! It was to the tune of Steve Earle’s “Copperhead Road” but faster with less of a foreboding feel…. Here it is:

Baby We’re Goin’ Out

Turn up the radio it’s

My favorite song

Let down your hair baby

Yeah, Let it hang long

You know why?

Baby we’re goin out!

Well I’ll put on my boots

And my old Blue Jeans

Headin’ to the Honky Tonk

With my little queen

Get your dancin shoes on

And that little red dress

I called the sitter

Don’t you worry ’bout the rest

You know why?

Baby We’re goin out!

I’d love to hear it to music or hear others input on this…. so, No copyright, No claim…

Let’s call it open source songwriting!

A butterfly’s wings, akin to a razor’s edge                

cut a lesser insect’s throat

Insolent voices in flight

Beyond our hearing

Knowing that the rest are reprehensible

while they’re on duty…