Wednesday, October 29, 2014

6034. AMASSING THE SMALL THINGS

AMASSING THE 
SMALL THINGS
She had nice, red cheeks, but that was that : 
first words spoken, 'we in America!' I was 
not sure to be alone anymore, yet I 
gave her a blanket for the taking. 
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Conspiracy ends when people get hurt :
there's a story for every disaster. In the
morning, the bells and the whistles will
ring and all those new factory hands 
shall run off to paint mercury and 
lead on their own disasters. For
every story, there's a lie.
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That girl was still dancing, when I left
this 'gentleman's club.' It was not that
at all : more like a tendentious assault
on even the fact of being human.


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