Long now skimming under the radar and even still it's not quite enough to escape the cheers of sugar and carrot mixed into the rough circular shape of a cake.
Conspicuous in absence mere metres away from the tiny flickering wicks, the mind works in denial against the whirlpool. Mere coincidence perhaps drives the ants toward the hill, sprinkled in pink, lime yellow and other soft colours.
But surely, sugarly, a high rate of candle blowing on every other change date is a chance too high. Where the rotation of days and the roster seems to throw the small billboards into a row of dominos ready to lick each other's neck.
Slice after slice, scattering mice burn along about the knife and questions arise on exactly which calendar system operates inside the walls.
Soon Van - Thursday, August 10, 2006 - 21:19
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