Even as the sun with purple-color'd face set... He loved to hunt and he laughed
at love. How did he want to be remembered? As a blindman with a walkman?
The knights had been kind, with evil results. They said, You don't look very
tortured. He said, First you gotta skin it back. They gathered up the loose rinds
and orange braille, not only perishable but the text couldn't be seen from the
cockpit. He pondered what "nothing in common" meant. (You're the one who
brought it up.) Just don't think about it thank you I won't. Sandwiched between
Effexor and a long time coming is an unremarkable reawakening: awkward
non-action leads to incentive. When it happened, he knew it. Loneliness
disappeared during the chase scene, after Gawain drew his silver sword. No
waiting period, just sensation. No words, just dreams. Gotta run. When all is
said (and done) we perish if we yield.




© copyright 1996 Gillian McCain