October 2008
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she shuffled forward, centimetre per minute
The line grew in front of her rather than behind
the stretching of time seemed to only end when the body had reached the edge of space
though remembered space has no edge.
what was she waiting for?
to be served at centrelink
(to be honest I didn’t know where this was going when I was typing)
William, it was really nothing.
I am constantly paranoid. Seeing visions of my own death.
Eyes closed in sleep fire covers the sky. Red, burning, flames licking my senses heightened. Open eyes from this dream and still see an aura of piercing crimson.
Walking down the street i see a truck turn a corner and tip, crushing me, decapitating me. The head rolls and bounces and lands at an onlookers feet. I slam my eyes shut,...