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Duane/Duane
- Your wounds are nu-skinned and slating flaking; plastic carapace is wondrous and protects us.
- Duane works twelve hours, drives home, parks the car, and just sits there, just sits there.
- You are a glorious house of decay.
- Duane renders rings of ghostly light over dry red deserts and wonders what spirits brought them.
- Do not crown me, I am too savage.
- Duane believes the evolution of man, that beast whose shadow is protracted so permissively by the sun, was orchestrated by extra-terrestrials.
- Your appetites are true, steady, constant.
- Duane’s daughter is much sought after by some long-dead, befeathered shaman.
- Let children sleep on the backs of white buffalo.
- Duane’s grandfather made armor out of wood and killed bears with a knife for money.
I don't like the shaman bit. But your form is getting slimmer and meaner no matter what you play with. Yay.
ReplyDeleteOh. Jim is stalking me at the computer lab at the library. For days now. I should invite him to your party just to be mean.
To you, that is.
Thank you for being honest. I don't know many people who are. Thank you also for the compliments! As to that other matter, it would be mean to just about everyone, which may be appropriate given the theme. That and there is a certain resemblance to the baby from eraserhead... Now that really was mean.
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