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Creativity starves insanity
Dash a pace with two cans of Dr Pepper in the bleak morning break with a saving grace to power the day. Owls hang off power lines, fried from the fraying wires with rosellas taking dirt naps in the gutter streams. Lungs take a deep and watch on as the lights brighten up for the morning into the day. Strangers and combatants roll toward the high dust plains of Richmond. Cold air turns quick into warm when there is nothing but the sheer pain of standing on rocks readying for pain.
Heartbreak Ridge pockets a few too many water holes, and not one soap dispensing module. Bucks all jump at the point blank carte blanche rule and nobody really notices those without boxes and cups. Gambling is all about running in the right direction with convenience of sway.
Trenches are the kicker into snapping the strains and a mound or two leaves the lactic paralysis running for the entire day. Knuckle buster drains a pool and swabs the stick across the trigger, red on metal and the stain of injury only marks the rest to follow. Hands whiten red as the stream continues a steady drip, drip, drip.
Tactics follow the mad fluoro head hog into the head and they all fall down. One after the other and the cascade of dominos marks the blacks as greens. Snap the wind and watch the tally rise and rise with zero on the other side. Whole drain of knees walking with wounds. Crouching tigers hide a drag on with a fall back and the tilt is all they see.
Three ring cirus on the left hand pushes out the debris, washing it all away with the constant gleam of plasma. Flowing bites at the sting of antiseptic in lieu of simple dollops of soap. End game walks a strafe with the free for fall of others in the mix all above the waist.
Minutes later and the pizzas appear to all disappear minutes later into the crunch of the boxes. And again, one by one they roll on and roll out heading into the valleys away from the rocks, the mounds and massive scenes of paint sticky to the bloody touch.
Aftermath scores plenty on the strain. Legs solidify with pacing back and forth more than a struggle up with the use of flexing movement. Nine and ten on the left and right. Multitude of mangling leaves a skull misshapen, phrenology comes stepping up to the fore for misdiagnosis and quackery extreme. Hands fare well for the sport as zombies attack and virus outbreaks leave skin burns from the infestation of brain matter cannibals.
Soon Van - Sunday, 3 June 2007 - 18:38
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