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Making my way in a world that tells me not to.

September 14, 2009

Diamant

Reconstructed the skeleton, set him on the floor
Incisions rescinded and tissues replaced
No lightning bolts, just scalpels and grease
Just handcuffs and a forty four
No Lovecraftian errors to spare
Removed the eyes from the sockets
Replaced conniptions with pure purpose
His skull sloshed with acid
Two beakers full: he shall not be placid
Posted by cardboardjesus at 1:38 AM

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