Tuche & Automaton

Monday, July 25, 2011

Husk



Via here

"It didn't seem to," he started, but by the lastgasp he trailed and entered a new whorl.

She craled. It passed.

EBBING FOREST: BY THE EERDUSK, BY THE SMOTHERING SUN

Outside, some of the houses were still burning; windwhipped little tinies starting and then dozing, sleep-fired and fancy free and...

RATTED BY VICTORY, SHE SHRUGGED AND HUNTERS CAME

Even tired, it makes no sense. Lucid, it's a disaster.

1 Comments:

At 10:25 AM, Blogger Vegas said...

inspiring. invokes deep thought and contemplation.

 

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