Friday, January 29, 2010

Big Fat Red Blabbermouth

Brittle and broken down into tiny little jaged cubes. Glass brick that's been broken through by a badass chick on a motorcycle with a head full of revenge, who throbs with the engine, who crashes in, who throws the office into chaos, who's chasing someone who wronged her, who licks her full lips beneath the black visor, who's gone again, closing in on her prey. And the glass that's left behind is in the smallest chunks, impossible to reassemble, and the shards of red dye that run through their middles. Try and stack them up into some semblence of order and then stop trying due to abject failure. The piles are shapeless; they can be any shape.

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