the skyscraper laughed when the puerile and harmless and newborn-pink strands of flesh dried out under a westward sun. Ligeia rolled, cackling while they festered.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
a returning muse?
the countryside split open - all to the worms' childish delight. liberated, they twitched and writhed, full tilt, onto fresh-frozen corpse-gray concrete. slacks, hemmed by wives & mothers & grandmothers, hung quietly on brown & black leather shoes. the invertebrates didn't mind dodging the giants.
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jamzzz
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i like it.. :)
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