the asphalt bubbled and bled swirling steam into the winter air. what the hell? another biblical prophecy coming true. buildings gone. people dead. even the roaches have bit the big one. life as we know it, knew it, wanted it, over.
"damn it, i refuse to be another Dali painting," i whisper, despite the fact there's not a soul around to hear me.
ghost
Monday, October 23, 2006
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