She glanced up quickly
She glanced up quickly from the creamy butter covered fingers reaching into the tin. “Well, I thought she was a ghost Ma,” the little boy thought. Screaming from across several centuries and red eyes glaring, “Leave here soon.”
Yet the woman, transfixed by the slowly accreating mass of familiarity and slight contempt, stares dumbly at his little brown fingers silky with the anticipation of all presented joys and wonder of life a lie to be walled into institution trap and the dumb cunt looks up red eyes glaring and the ghost pummels through the aeons red eyes searching reaching for the butter and salt lucking and the lobby of the Darkside Cinema here a rich earth smell, deeply sinister and foreboding, but the dumb cunt was so transfixed by the slowly accreating mass of familiarity and ease that she didn’t look, really look, around you.
His brown fingers scoop the kernels and she glances up quickly and the woman stood there, stout, red eyes glaring, ” Leave here soon.” Her soul screaming from across several centuries and this dumb cunt went to Dick Tracy and sat amongst the Klan. What a flippy flam sham wow.
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