Fingers cold and stiff lie lifeless on keyboard
There is a noise inside my head that echoes around and around the empty dark corridors. Brushing by the cobwebs, they wave good-bye in its passing.
The darkness is the silence of the stone cast amongst the hillside.
And roadways littered with dirty brown snow, soiled filthy piles lining wet black asphalt, to splash and spread their contamination onto white lawn pureness.
Only steely grey skies bear witness to the rape as the petrol chemical fumes churn from the planet destroyer enroute to the gates of Hell.
You will have the presentation done before we arrive for the meeting, he asked.
Yea, sure, no problem.
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