The Tallyman by Franko Sinatra |
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An intake of breath whispered the threat of another assault like a viper's hiss before the poisonous kiss. I arose like a tortured dream speaking carpenter. A tradesman turned to profit by a man-made behemoth made mad by the atrocities perpetrated in It's name. Arose like an axe-imbedded-in-head zombie. Like a vampyre from it's coffin, sort of. Straight backed, heavy arms at my sides, straightening from my hips. The glue peeled from the bar leaving a fine nut crust to my one- month-passed-stylish facial hair. |
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