Tuesday, January 31, 2017

A moment, in Yancy form~

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL


 He most certainly was not "one of them". With his soul-less walk, and his unkept bohemian misdemeanor way, an avalon of pure inspiration (good will?).

 "They don't understand!"
"They never will!"

He muttered, as the rain fell down, hard, on his morbid form [the undead].

For every clown, there is first a mask. Then, like an epicenter, the rest of the dress, and finery, a boutique suppository [novel idea, novella to be sure], culminates, germinates unto and through, a momentary form.

 Are you famous, if known, yet highly feared, as a spooky bed time fable?

 He was that higher form of the Jade face, and all others, who approached him, encroached upon his very person, a personal attack.

"I'm from the old' sckool'"

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