Folding stacks upon stacks and boxes slim to carry over the carnival of fantasy, thrillers and magic words. Cover to cover and the next to fall in line. A veritable charge of addiction spurns and burns the hip pocket as gremlins in the shop pick away. Hem and linings undone to see coins and notes fall easily onto the ground.
Casual at the encounter, several peers into the black hole proves decisively tasty. More's to be and the devouring state of affairs leaves the cauldron boiling over with words and balloons capturing the minds of many. Another one bites the dust.
Fables of yore, blood splatters on chalk outlines and the occasional operatic minimalism of human emotion. Dust envelopes the teeth as the hunger grows and feeds more on each plate. Share and share alike; no tidal waves to hide from.
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