Saturday, January 5, 2008

Hitting a Snag

Large, stained glass windows rattle a rhythm of forced labor, edging around the mellow pool of irrevocable truths with the intensity of pleasurable nuances fluttering within a soul. Triangular metal slabs sharp as the frigid rain falling freely among the leaves of an elder soul within the confines of rough bark stretched among the silky web of deceit laid upon the glistening surface of the raging frozen waste. Shimmering candlelight seductively dancing blissfully among the galloping monstrosities after the dire tidal waves of the cerulean seas.

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