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paper covers rock. scissors cut paper. metal cuts bone. muscle. and flesh.
and there you have it. the soft sound of blood dropping on the pavement. and gravel crunching that slow spinal crunch. that it makes. when it has been dampened. with water. or blood.
'smoke one last cigarette. because you will need it' she laughs. 'at least it was only your left eye. hand. or lung'
bones snap. skin melt. hearts explode. the sky is vomiting water. all over. and forever. thank god we bought that arc in a panic three months ago. the end of the world is not the same. with out one last bon voyage. and a wave good bye.
it is 10:50 am. and the sky is pitch black here.