Sunday, January 7, 2007
Dark Days
Dark day, dark clouds, an epoch of the coming apocalypse. There was found an engraved egg that told of great atrocities. Everywhere, locked doors and drawn blinds. The evening incensed and still. The sound of a single leaf frightening a whole household. The old blind man and his dog walking down the middle of the street singing something to the tune of "Kingdom Coming" in a language nobody could understand.
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