a man's wilted father in some obscure town somewhere near a boarded up asylum was forced to drink mercury from a mason jelly jar after being robbed of his liquor cabinet and pocket change by a dangerously bored pimply youth. The old man was surrounded by anxious family who placed a plastic icon over the hospital bed and paced about with their eyes bouncing like mad hornets from their father to their Savior from their savior to their Father, taking brief puncuations to congregate in the hallway in small pairs to reach dissent of matters pertaining to whom the 1979 Chevy would go to and so on and so forth. The mercury took two months to kill the old man. That's a long time to die.
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as ever a dark mist gathers leaving sonic imprints that resonate in my head.
where do you get these brilliant thoughts from?
i know,
the feather dander of crows.
i came back to this after an age. such evil exists that men can do this to each other. it is so very depraved and evil that it is like some oerverse form of art. were it s tory then it would make a fine read. sadly it is true and therefore all the more repugnent.
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