Prescribed Life: Dead as a door nail, last straw song. (Album in the works)

Monday, August 26, 2013

Dead as a door nail, last straw song. (Album in the works)

blame me first, blame me last, just do the deed, say the worst, say the best, say what you need, give up, give me trouble, give me one last try, don't wait, don't wait, for the door nail to die, don't wait, don't wait, for the door nail to die, this arguments between you and I, I'm not saying to be blunt, please no grunts or sigh's, instead listen for the hissing from an ambient outcry, don't wait, don't wait, for the door nail to die, don't wait, don't wait, for the door nail to die, this arguments between you and I, keep it down, don't be loud or sob, in front of a town or a crowd or a mob, gravity holds grudges, keeps secrets, and lies, don't wait, don't wait, for the door nail to die, don't wait, don't wait, for the door nail to die, this arguments between you and I, I'm not saying to be blunt, please no grunts or sigh's, instead listen for the hissing from an ambient outcry, don't wait, don't wait, for the door nail to die, don't wait, don't wait, for the door nail to die, this arguments between you and I,

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Morgan Davis, author

First and foremost, I just want to express appreciation toward my readers for their support. I enjoy telling tales of transformations by personifying characters using realistic reactions. At an early age, I was intrigued by sagas and storylines only to be left unsatisfied once the curtains dropped. Hiatus had me hungering for more, so I started staging alternate endings with childhood toys, sketches, and eventually writing. For years, I settled in a comfort zone of poetry and short stories, instead of facing fiction with a novel. Patience was a foreign feeling as I embarked on uncharted territory to claim an untamed tale. Prescribed Life started off as an unwritten manuscript designed to entertain an underground audience. In the beginning, Prescribed Life invaded inboxes as a simple text message in May of 2010. Overused buttons began to stick as chapters developed rapidly until additional characters flooded my flip phone’s memory. With the encouragement of a friend and a secondhand laptop, unfinished business began to pick up in January of 2011. Writing this work was like riding a rollercoaster. Every twist and turn caused a reaction to spiral outside my own intentions into an open mind. Over the course of the entire experience I learned to never back down from any task worth conquering. After all, picking seeds out of season can affect an entire harvest. Remember, anything can be achieved through the initiative of an open mind.