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The Eye.

by @louis-pollard

As I pondered, and watched the eyelid unwrap itself like a horrible tentacle, I realised that opening the door was a fatal error. You see, I sit here, and it watches me intently. And of course, I stare back. 'What?' 'Stupid me', I think. It's a fucking eye. It can't speak for itself. But what if it could? Would it say anything? What about: *'Close that fuckin' door, yer lettin all the heat out!'* Possible, I guess.
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Jun 7, 2011
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