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"...AS TREES WALKING . . ." the goldfish ponders the world the other side of the glass retires to its castle it watches the coming & goings of us unable to explain our existence "...I see men as trees walking. . ." the vicar reads his thought visible to the fishes "...but what does it mean?" one fish asks the other "...and what are - trees?" the vicar dies in his sleep words still floating about in his head the fish unable to explain his stillness....loudly the clock talks in tick tocks the God hand that feeds them...does not come hungry for answers they cease to believe Time darkens whitens & again darkens whitens it all goes belly up the dead vicar & his dead fish frightening the home help only the plastic Christ nailed to the wall hears her scream
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
"...AS TREES WALKING . . ."
"...AS TREES WALKING . . ." the goldfish ponders the world the other side of the glass retires to its castle it watches the coming & goings of us unable to explain our existence "...I see men as trees walking. . ." the vicar reads his thought visible to the fishes "...but what does it mean?" one fish asks the other "...and what are - trees?" the vicar dies in his sleep words still floating about in his head the fish unable to explain his stillness....loudly the clock talks in tick tocks the God hand that feeds them...does not come hungry for answers they cease to believe Time darkens whitens & again darkens whitens it all goes belly up the dead vicar & his dead fish frightening the home help only the plastic Christ nailed to the wall hears her scream
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
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