Wednesday 5/05/2010 01:28:00 AM

Numbers. Pursuant to their equations. Hoarse barking dogs tied to stakes in the yard. The anguish of division is in that the parts are revealed as not equal to the sum. little witches in their crooked hats. Starting the fires in their ovens for the children to shove them in.

Curious ants sampling the crumbs left by the filthy men paradise contains. The colony dies. While those left have everything.

Words. Blunt knives fighting with the thick of her abdomen.

The numbers. Laboring under their co-efficients. Harmless and ineffectual. Telling stories as the doors admit they're only pretend.

The numbers flowing. In an elegant series. A swarm of voices to shatter the glass.

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