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Towers of Skulls Proportion in the Lap of Chaos
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An eBook about the turnpike where an evangelist found the nuzzler of gangland.
Words / Images by Shane Jesse Christmass.
EXCERPT:
"The unicycle animator functions in an original drop. Flashcube going off. Irrigators on the plantation. The apartment where I had been following an impulsive, sudden and unexpected thought. The two boys reached Bobbie first. They subsequently became the scorn of this community. Suffolk County District Attorney described it as the most egregious case in a wave of U.S. murders. A June holdup at Haven Drugs in Medford. Heartbreak: Mary Moran, seen here clutching a photo of her within that situation. Litigants in the courts. I told Frank I was going to bring him promise, in some way, or else. The Cabdrivers hiss, they gnash their teeth. Interviews, cross-examination conducted under the late afternoon sun. Bobbie sitting to my right. She might teach us how to be easeful in the light. Collective farmlands. Six thousand years of history, of misery, of wormwood. We are shadows of the massy temples. How’d you get in. You gave me the keys. Clouds of ether. Mouth wide open in fright. Frank shows me the door. A mass of hanging bodies..."
An eBook about the turnpike where an evangelist found the nuzzler of gangland.
Words / Images by Shane Jesse Christmass.
EXCERPT:
"The unicycle animator functions in an original drop. Flashcube going off. Irrigators on the plantation. The apartment where I had been following an impulsive, sudden and unexpected thought. The two boys reached Bobbie first. They subsequently became the scorn of this community. Suffolk County District Attorney described it as the most egregious case in a wave of U.S. murders. A June holdup at Haven Drugs in Medford. Heartbreak: Mary Moran, seen here clutching a photo of her within that situation. Litigants in the courts. I told Frank I was going to bring him promise, in some way, or else. The Cabdrivers hiss, they gnash their teeth. Interviews, cross-examination conducted under the late afternoon sun. Bobbie sitting to my right. She might teach us how to be easeful in the light. Collective farmlands. Six thousand years of history, of misery, of wormwood. We are shadows of the massy temples. How’d you get in. You gave me the keys. Clouds of ether. Mouth wide open in fright. Frank shows me the door. A mass of hanging bodies..."
15 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2012
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Shane Jesse Christmass
27 books89 followersShane Jesse Christmass is the author of ‘Acid Shottas'. He’s a member of the band Mattress Grave, and firmly believes that the future of the word, the novel, will be in synthetic telepathy.
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