Fell into the next sky like it was the duty of all pathogens - entitled to composition like parts of all the people she ever knew, but older, she told a favorite apparition of its appearance a few days earlier. The less mindful and more rote ghosts of walls gone sour couldn't move their assemblage point past the unpredictable. All of her talk and want and hysteria towards the go-karts had no place in the limited scope of replay.
After that she picked up a dusty iguana by the side of the track and howled metalic alien laughter at the thought of it "going someplace" as she drove it around in figure 8's.
Friday, August 17, 2007
she came sensing her want
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