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ABOUT WITH MR. D
As the Pork Chow Mein slithered
through my intestines to
where it belonged in the first
place, I sat squeezing the roll of
sandpaper with sweaty palms,
watching my friend cross the
grey desert, disappearing under
my feet. I roughed the
smooth edges and left the
porcelain what was fit for no
human - indigestible treasures from
the chemical and slaughter
house three tales under.
copyright Susan "Sam" Madden
http://www.fortunecity.co.uk/meltingpot/clyde/207/
