It became, over the years, a city of freaks, crazies, deviants, and nerds. So one day they built a wall around it, closed the door, and threw away the key.
Nobody ever escaped the lockup.
(Nobody ever wanted to. At night bright shadows dance over the city.)
.finis.
Brevity is the width of soul.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
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