"my eyes have wings that people say is purple, but they're just black, black eyes," i heard into a cell phone, out of my ears via voicemail. this square is not even square, as drawn upon a couple cardboards, by max. stapled near the house they lived in, joe, max, eric, darren, caleb, aaron, etc. it has since been broken up, tagged upon its insides, gutted from above. moved upon and out. a shell of it's body. on to larger and darker things. breath. breathe. smoke squares.
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i've never seen this one before. i like it. i like your idea for hanging them up around town, too.
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