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

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Written by Emperor MAR
May 25, 2004

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