Monday, May 18, 2009
buzzing in the hollows, the morning light stings his skin and he gives a sickening delirium tremor moan he lay there shivering on the hardwood floor, awake but with eyes closed i am watching him from the couch sucking at a pall mall and a holding a tape recorder
this is a straight narrative
this is fucking hell
awake.
this is a straight narrative
this is fucking hell
awake.
...
crushing weight on every doorstep
thousands of lights make perfect cityscape halo
violently crashing into ethereal planes
makeshift wooden swords and tree-forts lay nestled into the woods beyond town
secrecy blankets every surface like pesticides
keeping all sorts of pests at bay
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