Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Erratic Corridors

The strings of destiny, rolling up lives in fast forward motion from the back in reverse, like a spiderweb, where the faulty particles got lost in erratic corridors and catapulted in a chaotic ball of mosquitoes over a muddy lake. all back to the centre and eaten up by the big spider -- a ghastly moment, when you put a bun in your mouth, and a fly starts vibrating on your tongue... Am I dead?

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