an observation...
By HiramDiaz
he loved the feel of it, even if it was poignant, pointed, and sucking his clodded blood through its shaft; he loved it all- the restlessness of insomnia, the spreading of his flesh till it was as thin as the 3yr old newspaper he slept on, the burn marks racing from elbow to neck, the blackening crust around his eyelids... these all were the signs of "the good life." "the good life", he pondered the thought to himself, and pushed the poisonous ambrosia through another vein, creating a river of life even the gods would envy.suggestions please!!! hiram Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 02:53 PM PST 10 • 0
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