"SATURDAY NIGHT ON THE TERRACE" run where there is only room to walk. how else can you understand your strength? put the possibilities up and create new steps. the word will always be there unlike the whores of the night. although some whores stay in at night the blood for the leaches trailing behind them at every attempt to gain attention, stays wet. let the wind come in so it can blow and make them go. isn’t the feeble attempt to gain a particular individual’s eyes pale? isn’t it a miraculous coincidence that one will follow every move just to gain access to her pussy? but maybe here, there is no fight to gain access. much more to go back and see if one can fit through that door. we all grow from children, their curiosity of filth never fails. shit or get off and shutter. there isn’t an unexpected move in your chess game. the darkness after the light is a clichéd move. continue with the desperation as I continue with my laughter. open the doors to the things that have been closed. giants in a land of midgets make nothing but fairy tale. By: Chicano Eddie 9232017