rarefied air

FLOATING DUST SETTLED ON THE WAYSIDE LAUNCH,READY TO EMBARK ON A VOYAGE BEGONE,MOULDED FROM A CLASSIC NOVELLA OF THE RUE DE LABOURDANNA, DRINKING FROM A PORT INTO AMAZON WITH BOHEMIAN ROUGE APPLIED ON A TEMPLATE SPIRITED WITH DUSKY COMPLEXI0ON OF THE TAVERN...I PROCEED...

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Woman: That is harassing me
What?
W: That..(pointing)
The dustbin?
W: (shakes head)
Then?
W: (after a pause)...Blue
Blue?
(fear in her eyes )
You mean......(softly)...U mean...?
W: Nods head vigorously, picks up cloth and wipes the floor
Blue is hiding things from me

Is this how it must feel to sit inside a pit with darkness and bugs for company.....to not know what will bite you next.....what crawls there....dont know how far the sound is coming from.....has it reached you, yet?

To Be Continued....

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