My
eyes just read a few few lines of mad, just a pinch on the nose of the
novel, smelling its fingertips for the black print to leap off pages
tiger-like. Women pouncing quietly upon athletic carcasses and dragging
them skyward by their silent jaws alone pausing only to admire their
reflection in the stilted frame-shot, tracking and jumping slightly
ahead and then behind, a flip-book somewhat lacking in pages.
She took the tape, chewed and gargled, back to the store where it had disappeared in a dramatic plume of minty-coloured clouds and silver-stained saliva, dentist-like observing the fallen crowns within an anonymous oral monarchy.
This is what it looks like when you can't barely see the mouth of a horse looking at you with a present of some sort, and so you place your head gently upon the bone filings, chair in hand, glasses in the other, as you gaze intently at the miniature portraits painted delicately tracing the toothless grooves a record player needle would find hard to follow.
In the mouth it is silent, no matter what walls the cathedral has manufactured to resonate sound, thoughts alone have no movement or vibration, they are cocooned forever within an unbroken mind.
She took the tape, chewed and gargled, back to the store where it had disappeared in a dramatic plume of minty-coloured clouds and silver-stained saliva, dentist-like observing the fallen crowns within an anonymous oral monarchy.
This is what it looks like when you can't barely see the mouth of a horse looking at you with a present of some sort, and so you place your head gently upon the bone filings, chair in hand, glasses in the other, as you gaze intently at the miniature portraits painted delicately tracing the toothless grooves a record player needle would find hard to follow.
In the mouth it is silent, no matter what walls the cathedral has manufactured to resonate sound, thoughts alone have no movement or vibration, they are cocooned forever within an unbroken mind.
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