the sheep are gone. replaced by starving wolves. cannibals one and all. waiting for the needle. a nefarious prick of sanity amid a dense stampede. of loudly trumpeting elephants. and the crisp crack of the cockroaches that piqued their rage.
the patchwork. the quilt. as time knits its manic games. checkerboards and rolling dice. stealing the tongues of sages.
the sheep are eaten. the hungry wolves all that remain. we can kill them. but we'd still be hungry. we can keep waiting. measure the progress in blinks and twitches. but madness always seems to evolve more quickly than reason.
Tuesday
11/16/2010 01:34:00 AM
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