Sunday, April 24, 2005


Doubt, don't you dare come near me right now. I am not interested in having you around. Your zombie presence is palpable. Any minute a ripped sleeved arm will smash through the window, grabbing and stretching. Move on to the next victim.

Let me relish in the flashbacks, wincing at each jolt of electricity. I wonder if it stems from the ovaries?

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