First Day
In this moment I’ve woken up
Under a grey bridge in a white city
That I know is unknown to me.
The street littered with black cats
Because the storm is coming.
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In this moment I’ve woken up
Under a grey bridge in a white city
That I know is unknown to me.
The street littered with black cats
Because the storm is coming.
A few confused sketches of tomorrow’s disaster is all we got: brief dark shadow of a chainsaw followed by a General’s stumped toe as it drifts likely as a bloody cloud of massacre (the best, most regal course) over a couple lousy matches... Continue →