Friday, July 25, 2014

5613. MARTYRDOM MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER

MARTYRDOM MAKES THE 
HEART GROW FONDER
And anyway, I'd have nothing else to do. Sling me 
with your arrows then, send the lions my way. I 
feel like I'm reading Shakespeare in a paper bag  -  
all muffled echoes and a crinkled noise subsiding. 
There's nothing left in play.
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One, two, three, the stories go. Midsummer 
night's dream and a tempest in a fury. Everything 
reeling, upsetting itself, coming apart at the seams.

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