Plaid skirts that hide scars walk in single file. Ties that restrict blood
to the brain. Passing notes in math class, (freedom ware your scars of
desire), it s a coming of age story, (freedom ware your scars of desire),
conflicting impulses, (freedom wear your scars of desire) cuts seem to bend
the sky. I ve read this book before. Anxious eyes stare out of warped glass
waiting for the 3 o clock bell. I m trying hard to forget that cold october
day, when love challenged freedom to a fist fight, freedom looked victorious
but No one was prepared for what would happen on that baseball diamond when
love reached beneath her plaid jumper, pulled out a switch blade and drove
it directly through the heart of st angelis. Any notion of self government
was left bleeding on the pitchers mound.