Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Straight flush.

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind!

I am writing. I am typing out this as I size up my skin for the cold water that has covered it. It runs down, sending my spine some nerve wrecking shower. One step out onto the parquet floors, a jump from being cold forever. I then forget what I actually wanted to say. Or maybe there's too much to say that writing it down might possibly drive the human further away and out. I blame riddles. To ponder is to be tortured. Now, scramp you! Shoo.

I feel like scrambling a human. Hurm. Tasty.

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