June 02, 2005

We Saw Him First, Slow-Writhing On A Hill Of Grass, Big Middle-Class Beard And Sweat On The Lips.

An apparatus made of wood sat next to him -- looked like head-gear.

I grabbed a piece of paper taped to his face and it told us what he'd done.

And we knew it was true because we all had heard about it, and saw his eyes, straight-line with mine, looking for doom.

Posted by dean at 03:41 PM

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