It's like a high speed chase. Shocking electric current streaming red hair parting, parting like the Red Sea.
Stop. You're chasing your own tail. The snake of endless perpetuity endlessly swallowing yourself and choking, gagging on the vile cannabalism of it all. Mirrored iris blind. REACH OUT. Flesh is solid touch on touch. The saviour wears a human face, just not yours.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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