VESPIAN BLACK CAT
Just a meaningless name, with
no entry to the entry and no
start to any game : assemblage
and decoupage. This thin sky
I am watching saddles overhead
while I have to listen to some
Trudi talk about her lunch with
Rudy. Boy, glad that went well!
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As endless as these hills are the
words people talk : black mountain
glory, how clear the reception, the
sounds of the natural world. I'll not
have anyone ruining that.
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The parking lot has a pothole. I've
heard from three people already
to not get stuck in it. it swallows
cars, and can break axles too. Do
they even know what they are
talking about? Do cars even have
axles any longer?
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The key here is the liquor store.
It's right outside the pothole, or, well,
the other way around? Maybe that's
why the mad and crazy people hit
it hard? Liquor? Here? Yeah; it's sold
by the yard! Just look at that empty
bottle there. Vespian Black Cat.
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