The Story Behind The See-Thru Sepia Tape of Our Escape
My work begins here, behind the bold paragraph parachute with a decorated period at the end, the fine print at the very bottom of the page, the words nobody noticed, but held the information of most importance: The patients in the other room are dripping with tears, at this hospital where hearts are torn; as the doctor grabs the manilla folder with his shaky hands, I notice my full name spelt with spilt red blood ink with a fraudulent signature by God himself, the doctor proclaims that him, and his staff, have found such a lethal dosage of arsenic in our systems that with proper technology, you could extract the poison from our bodies to paint our portraits; after he leaves the room, the footage has transformed from black and white to digital colors. I open his cupboards, and find large jars of genetics! I open his desk drawer and find architectural designs on lined paper with molecular eqations.... I then hear his footsteps stepping so hard trembling the ground like a devastating earthquake, so I gingerly close my secret operation and take my place on the table. I watch his mouth move with a lie like groove, such pleasently placed plurals ready for sale to the ignorance of mankind. Prescriptions he hands me, this many milligrams of salt and sugar, and exotic spices to build my spirits with flavor. Am I the cattle, and he the cook hiding behind a white coat; holding doctors instruments like two 2nd graders playing doctor like evil clones, disguised cattleThe wolf in leather boots with face paint, she's ready for war, my protector of the floors as I soar throgh silver skys, we shall walk the forest, wing and paw, floating away from false testimony, this false version of reality can only pretend to imagine, a place where vanity disintegrates by the seas addictive sirens, we use shards of mirrors to kill our prey, then we hybernate during the winters because it's so so so cold! That night we once had, it was so beautiful the way we painted the secrets of the universe with our hands in a dark room, where we danced with our pens writing every other letter like it had been our first time forever, yet we knew it was our last time, but it never ended, it was an eternity of memory loss and forgetting the one million angles of impurity, and the story continued....
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