Behind the kid in the maddhatter's Confederate hat was a grown up with a real rifle! So hula skirt had to hike it back up around his tummy and get in the hole. I tried to whisper that I'd seen where the rifle probably came from on the footpath I'd seen it. The big guy was blubbering I don't want to, I don't want to. "What else did you see?" said the one with the gun. Talking like marbles in the mouth, and fake, makeup?fake, moustache I thought to myself.
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
Tuesday, October 1, 2024
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