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The cups were all quiet. Only a mouse was rustling. Children were tucked up in bed plotting terror. Then suddenly a bomb fell on the roof. It was a season of joy in the white house that year. People had gone off to another land to defend their country. Nobody has a choice. The decision had been made. He was firm. She was receptive to his advances. He paid in cash. Then suddenly it fell off. They couldn't believe what they had just witnessed. There were no witnesses. Those who saw it happen couldn't believe it. The house was left in rubble. Suddenly the man put on a lot of weight. Her testicles barely touched the ground. It was then that they stood in amazement. The stench was tangible. From all reports the war has been run and won and run again. Beside herself with illness she grappled with the wrestler. He pinned her to the canvas. His brushes felt soft against her thighs. The gates opened and the man, standing proudly, skipped lightly across the pebbled pavement. The concrete compost heap was awash with a bouquet and stench of rotting words. The story started as it had ended. On one side was this and on that was that. The laments of the story weighed heavily on her nose. She made the sudden realisation that all good books were just so much rubble and fluff: opposite. Here stood her exact opposite. She stopped to light a bomb. The ground came crashing in on her eyes.



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September 16th 2007 @ 01:11

Posted By: Norm - Category: English Art

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1. September 16th 2007 @ 01:42. David Says:
Have you ever thought of blogging?


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2. September 17th 2007 @ 02:34. Lilla Says:
Norm,

I voted and you only got one point. Had to Login and return to the scene to plant another eight on your enjoyable piece.

Lilla ...


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3. September 18th 2007 @ 22:20. Miswanderlust Says:
The concrete compost heap was awash with a bouquet and stench of rotting words

Love this post!
Mis


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4. September 19th 2007 @ 09:32. Norm Says:
DVD,
I'm so there.
So there.
Norm


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5. September 19th 2007 @ 09:33. Norm Says:
Lilla,
happy to be in receipt of your figure
8.
Norm


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6. September 19th 2007 @ 09:34. Norm Says:
Mis,
tanks.
Tanks very much.
Norm

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