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he chewed anxiously on the end of the reciever. usually it's not something to chew on but the plastic, with its specific intended purpose being
simultaneously engaged at his tactile direction, scraped against his molars and canines on his right with a nervous, private rhythm only he could percieve
as the vibrations reverberated through his jaw and then onto his skull. and every now and again the holes in the plastic opposite the microphone would fill
for a moment with a plug of enamel and saliva.
peering listlessly through a glass window; dusty skein obscuring ugly and incoherence.
chattel steeds roam listlessly through a glass window.
a tavern on a hill deep inside of a forest; a gaze alight, true and disintegrat--
blood merely detail, gasping vacuum and empty.
the small tangent of sundered occlusion unopened--pawed at endlessly, small tears in the packaging.
no one is beside me, the earth below and beside unsure and magnetic, repelling the finest particles.
she answered on the fifteenth ring, an initial greeting, empty, as it was, goes unanswered. his spirit so engulfed in consumptive reverie. second solemn cry for acknowledgement roots electrically in his ear, a thought carried over from his departure from purposed intent wonders if that fifteenth ring, which he had counted unconsciously, in its abruptness had been heard from her station of their shared electron stream.