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the cigarette smoke hang in the air like tropical transpiration. dancing, dipping, she hung on to him tight. flight topical sensations starts rapid elation to sacred vibrations. Lovers in a lover's dance. One in each others trance. They form a flower of shape and motion, and raise their smiles like the sun in an eastern ocean. When, like a sudden shadow with such outdone bravado, a man sprung from underfoot, from under carpet and soot, and began to introduce himself, his hand a continental shelf, waiting for a shake from the lover's ocean. Without attention, his hand slunk back to it's bright blue breast pocket cave. "Henry Ennui, man o' soot " he said was his name. The lover's proclaimed "You're insane." The words tickled Henry, like water the drain then he let the lovers look inside his brain where the rain was and the flame does what it wants underwater UNDERWATER: the lovers gasped, the ash man rasped, pulled a pistol from his patched pants, and proceeded to shoot them both.
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Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 7:06 PM UTC
Ash-man
the cigarette smoke hang in the air like tropical transpiration. dancing, dipping, she hung on to him tight. flight topical sensations starts rapid elation to sacred vibrations. Lovers in a lover's dance. One in each others trance. They form a flower of shape and motion, and raise their smiles like the sun in an eastern ocean. When, like a sudden shadow with such outdone bravado, a man sprung from underfoot, from under carpet and soot, and began to introduce himself, his hand a continental shelf, waiting for a shake from the lover's ocean. Without attention, his hand slunk back to it's bright blue breast pocket cave. "Henry Ennui, man o' soot " he said was his name. The lover's proclaimed "You're insane." The words tickled Henry, like water the drain then he let the lovers look inside his brain where the rain was and the flame does what it wants underwater UNDERWATER: the lovers gasped, the ash man rasped, pulled a pistol from his patched pants, and proceeded to shoot them both.
Copyright: Bennett Tyler
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Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 7:06 PM UTC
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