The Dot Slash ExperimentThe Dot./Slash experimentThe Dot Slash Experiment
The sun made the world pale, as if a water color artist sneezed over his most recent master piece. There was a glimmer of brilliance here and there, a trick of the sun off the rim of a cheap car, but the town was like any number of small ghettos in Mexico. Droves of unwashed, underfed children (a product of the Catholic Church), old grandparents and their raisin faces that would stare up despite the sun beating down on their eyes, and a general assortment of people who heard something strange was going on and had rushed over as quickly as they could. Craig had his hand c
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-:[ She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire. ]:-
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-:[ She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire. ]:-
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~ Over caffinated and under paid
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Hole in the muffler, ghosts on the shoulder, cough drops loose change in the beverage holder
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hopes are crushed....and promises are broken...
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