Monday, June 14, 2010

MFRH051

I excuse myself and dart straight to the table. What was I expecting? I grab one in each hand, two more to come. Maybe the bubbles will make it bearable. Goodbye, grating, scraping, solid reality. Please, please wash away now.

Type: art.prose.original
Produced by: Jove
Title: One
Notes: based on a false story

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