- 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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