Chances are out and the stream of conscious forethought makes no sense. An impossible task takes to wearing a solution in the end. Only dressing up as a plausible dance with no bare naked witness. Giving no secret away, the hope lies in its own deception carrying away far more than it can possibly hope to enjoy in any current state of right or wrong.
Three days see the first two hang on precariously to the bottle of tank water. On the third, stemming an unexpected appearance, the expulsion brings again the care of plastic. Disappearing into the abyss and out of sight while out of sight.
Hovering too close to the unempty lift makes way for at least one more introduction. Another almost follows up on the edges of a roundtable of beer and Doritos. Quick dash out the door on their backs escapes that scene to take a breather on the corner.
Saturday, 22 July 2006
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