Author: Padimate PM
Not exactly a story, but not a poem either. Just empty prose. It's just a mirror of my depression. Kind of weird, too.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 171 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 10-21-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2264760
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AN: It's not supposed to be random, but I have a feeling that it seems so, anyway.
Leper! I seek distaste in all mine eyes devour. I have found and am pleased. Dear fools who follow one, thy system is lost. Closing moral opinions and abandoning ship; jump high or don't jump at all. Thus such thoughts clammor and break. Random and sudden, yet they come as by appointment. "Sir, the doctor will see you now." Chipping away at the nail on the cross. So, so. Lay hero. Die...
As by appointment.