Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Everywhere I look

There's black avenues with really frightening, poisonous bushes hiding knify midgets in them

And I know I shouldn't say they are "really frightening" as a kind of shortcut to narrative fear without explaining that

So how about this?

Each one is made out of green teeth, and each one hides in its leaf crown a mouth?

And as you run down, tired, eventually sitting on the cold ground, you see out of the corner of your eye (because the front of your eye is bitten off by things you don't want to see) the one who has your heart on his sleeve?

Nice to see you, he says, to see you see sliced

It's a kind of 70s compere serial killer Generation Game allusion

No less dead in the fox eyes for that

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