A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the horse, spurred until its flanks bled, fell to the ground as i made my way around, various parts of the city were on fire, blocking my way on a couple of occasions. Today's stains are the same as they've always been, just different degrees of the core ingredients, yesterday more smoke than blood, maybe to today more ash and rust than anything else, and having mistaken the Barq's Root Beer fountain for the diet Coke fountain at the chinese restaurant last night, i'll have to let my blood thin back down a little before it can contribute on any substantive scale. burn some incense, smoke a cigarette, try to rinse the cat-borne irritants out of my eyes 10:30 a.m. - 2003-10-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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