Cigarette smoking
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Industrial Forest
Blankets of rain seed the important information of the day. Massive zeros invade my mind. A machined white cloud dangles in a black sky. Wagon tracks through a green field stretch to the horizon. No wagon in sight. A gray weathered house cradles tortured dreams inside the bell of a tortured mind. Tortured by the… Continue reading
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The Cigarette Lady
What is wrong with me, I wonder. There is this desert of thought. Dry sand blown by the wind tossed about all whimsical and deceitful. It moves like purple gravy in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. I think I may have forgotten how to write in cursive. No one uses it anymore. Everything is… Continue reading
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