| Tingling |
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| Fractured Story Telling | |||
| Written by Francis Scudellari | |||
| Sunday, 17 January 2010 20:39 | |||
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at last... he pours out, his coctions conned with too-cunning smile from these gullible tips of wilting lips impetuously pushed by a pouting posy. Its bunched buds weep chartreuse then slink off into the waited years of welcoming swallows. Their needle wings paired with calls pierce the sky's purple-black bruise, revealing light, stenciled clues he sorely needs to fly himself up to shivering heights. Once shin-deep in substrata routes flooding forth from badly zoomed maps, his questions run afoul. Ascot-wrapped but choked, the relentless sinks to unhealthy altitudes, and he falls through stained ceiling of acid nave where his fancy first took off. Tingling...
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