In the firmament of nothing
By kostasAu
In the firmament of nothing: square, blown up cartwheels roll, they crash, head on, on huge piles of used toilet paper. Priests, dressed up as ballerinas, wearing steel-cap boots, dive in a hurry in baptisteries with holy waters, from great heights. Nuns, with safety pins in their bare bellybuttons, applaud, with their heads in brown paper bags. Ábove, fly gold-monger politicians, they throw on them their golden teeth. War-monger army officers watch through long hosepipes. High-ranking policemen, dressed up as little animals, whisper through megaphones: ‘What did you say?’ The atmosphere overcharged sparkles. We study them, very closely, in depth, hidden behind smoked sheets of glass broken a long time ago. http://www.btinternet.com/~kostas.hrisos Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 11:25 PM PST 0 • 10
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