Sunday, June 21, 2009

Your Hands, My Noose

Dark cumulonimbus poise above, a sign of our scabrous homogeneity's demise. Obdurate metacarpals are nylon molecules percolating from the extremities of a wracked willow. Pernicious pronouncements, the lacerations on sentient tactility. Vacate from rebarbative hearths. The solitary way of enduring gaiety.

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