|
paste!
|
the eyeballs were caked with sap. in the underground tunnel, a small puddle was giving off no reflection and the butterflies were lost. a mountain lion was also lost but kept walking, intent on finding some kind of pocketwatch that it misplaced a while ago. a sapling bumped its head on the seven foot space it was granted. a few scattered rocks discussed the mere abberation of being kicked around, then they couldn't think of anything else to say, so remained quiet. a silver serving platter was hung in a conspicious area. a baby giraffe disappeared in a bright blue smoke. a brochure about postmodern architecture sat untouched, with some dust, in a mailbox that was never checked. somebody lived in this tunnel once. miles and miles it went and the air was still enough to acquire the confushivers of the entities clear on the other side. not burning tortillas. a toothpick with a perfect shape, stuck in a neck.
|
020930
|
