Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Monday, August 26th

  • Bottle shattered, someone swung,
    missed. Village Inns' lights
    twitched. "I'll have a flaming
    Doctor Pepper," laughter.

  • We are so very disillusioned--
    a man's heart is skewered,
    the gore craving masses go
    wild.

    His face has been
    stripped to a raw mess of
    flesh, blood and skull and
    we are eating it up, moony-
    eyed, washing it down with

    overpriced beverages and
    salted popcorn.

  • The gummy strands
    of cheese as I
    pull the chips
    apart.

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