Friday, November 28, 2008

item #8492

Dear all,

The heads of living creatures shine like crystal, one towards another; bobbing with individuation. I remain unmoved, despite this. I sound only tumult; I am an army; and I will let you down.

In appearance, I am something upward. Because of this, I see the gleaming, and I despise it; preferring my enclosures.

Christopher, West Mids


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