Friday 2/08/2008 12:38:00 AM

The demon was busy with feeling up barbie dolls. Plastic tits were his favorite kind. The ladder was obvious. More obvious than he could stand. As thirsty as any nightmare has ever been. Tiny microscopes examining huge assholes.

If you're looking for proof I'm not it.

The liars she knew were good ones. Chessboards of skin imaginging the king trapped. Moving forward seems such a deep concession knowing how far back this goes.

I could cheat the rabbit. Alllow it to win the race. Maybe I already have. Exchanged epiphanies with that wolf. Debated what it takes to blow this house down. And decided it isn't worth it.

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