Friday 10/24/2008 12:07:00 AM

The madmen in the audience make her think she's a star. So many broken cameras trying to record. Dead girls removing their underwear. Children on the moon. Looking forward to the eclipse. It's not the backdoor, but it feels the same.

There were plenty of chances. Grimm tales to stalk. In heavy costumes. Villains. Sour candy. Poisoning her lips. In old equations. That once had theorums to discuss. Love. In scalene triangles.

No hypotaneus to prove us right.

180 degrees of nothing.

Pythagarus laughs. It's all in the formula. The relation. Of opposing angles. The distance apart is determined. By how small we are.

So many corners.

No doors.

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