BTC 11: Wither the vestiges of vexed vapour
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Tasty is the sweat that pools behind the cover of a mask worn for an entire shift. Leaving no room save for the eyes, the slit for the mouth and the area around the sides of the face, winter finds no grippage. With each breath and twitch, a little more is added to the warm air.
Remarking on how cool the movie was, a random skirmish recruiter finds easy acceptance in not signing up any combatants from the store. Another, with a chest bearing sheer material, insists that there are deals that can be made for the sourcing of more. Possibilities assuredly, willingness and desire altogether another matter.
Few weeks remain as the season of V for Vendetta charges into a close and off into the sunset of DVDs. After that, hopefully the flow of questions from the people about the mask will subside into the ether.
On walking into the postmatch of a friend's netball game, a small boy takes fear from his sighting of the mask. Perhaps enough to trigger an inkling of a traumatic event. Thankfully not enough to lose control of bodily functions between the peeking and the shivering.
Soon Van - Sunday, 14 May 2006 - 11:47
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Previous entries on Occupied
- MOY 6: Manero wants to breakdown
- MOY 5: Grease lightening
- MOY 4: Speaking in fruity skins
- MOY 3: Tiny dancing figures
- MOY 2: Charcoal paint by numbers
- BTC 10: V for Vendetta
