A voice pierces and shakes through my veins;
Inside blood changes, softens.
Images hover in the air, a past that's forgotten;
They rise to the heavens like a burnt offering.
There's judgement, alone and waiting;
He leaves.
About Me
- Crum
- Los Angeles, CA, United States
- Crum is a Virginia kid who currently resides a stone’s throw from Paramount Pictures in Hollywood, where he's making slow progress at fulfilling his pipe dream of becoming a working screenwriter. This is not a blog about screenwriting, this is a commentary on the world of Crum.
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