Waves Crashing on Towers Eternal
She sat with legs crossed and newspapers splayed across the table. She talked wisdom as half of her face exploded outwards in colour throughout the coffee shop. A night later, someone told me they got married in a city deep in my memory, between skyscrapers and the sea, wishing I was there. I closed my eyes and let them crumble backward into my skull.
posted by iain.e.marlow at 10:39 AM
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*I don't know how you feel about it...but I kinda like my version better...
Waves gently breaking on plains stocatto
She sat with her eyes crossed as donkeys lay neutered across the table. She smoked coriander and thyme and repeatedly inflated and deflated her cheeks, dropping oral farts throughout the coffee shop. A night later, someone told me she got married to a leprechaun and danced the charlston deep in my memory, between pork-u-pines and perrywinkles, wishing her name was Ingrid. I closed my eyes and let the tears stream down my legs backward into my skull.
That's really nice Iain, nicest thing I've read in a while in fact.
Whereas Brett, can and will go to Hell; thanks Matt.
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