The Isolated Blurt Thread

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chickens and their acquired bunny pal crossing the grassy slope, red bird dancing between the low trees, blue skies, coffee, and the man off doing something somewhere close by

life is good
:cattail:
 
tis amazing
and drably sad
how much it has gone off the rails
and yet still lumbers
almost aimlessly
through a path of least resistance;

a slug's trail of maceration
as both wakes.

i come now to look at the creature from time to time;
remembering,
no doubt incorrectly,
the vibrancy, aim and then seemingly, higher purpose
it possessed.

fractured and beaten,
the infusions of blood now but an afterthought trickle;
what remains,
wandering, consuming, consumptive,
only mimics what was
and takes comforts only in it's fading memories...

they have repaired the point of the derailment.
no real rupture, that...
perhaps only a natural purging...
exfoliation...
and what wanders then
is the yet undead corpus,
attended by the morbidly curious
and the the broken unawares.

ozymandias.
 
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