Flax Bottom
| As
I left the store last Tuesday I got lost. I tore the ribbon (also known
as tape) from the new box, which I received from my trunk. I found
nothing inside but matter. It was not what became of my concern until
the dust left the anvil of my heart. I ditched the formerly packaged
box in a near by gully. Arriving home I attempted not to lose my
balance whilst lying on the floor. If the balance I had were lost then
I, myself would become victim of the ground. Affixing a glove to my
hand, I began to regret. Once I removed myself from the cellar I would
be free to sit inside a building or vehicle all day avoiding sunlight
at all costs. I thought of the box & what I found to be in it, a
knife for the pocket & a bun to go with it. | ||
| 2004 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally | 5/26 | Written by Emperor MAR May 25, 2004 |