Paralysed Hurricanes
Created: Friday, 10 February 2006
Written by Unregistered Corresp
Imagining their thoughts
Their motives guessed
Who are they?
In another time?
In another space?
Thrice blessed
My desert friend loves us all
Latest Commentary
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FlimFlamMan said MoreHate the new cunt. Another Labor right... 4 days ago.
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Pithy Quote
Lying darkly in his crib, washed, powdered, and fed, he thought quietly of many things before he dropped off to sleep - the interminable sleep that obliterated time for him, and that gave him a sense of having missed forever a day of sparkling life. At these moments, he was heartsick with weary horror as he thought of the discomfort, weakness, dumbness, the infinite misunderstanding he would have to endure before he even gained physical freedom. He grew sick as he thought of the weary distance before him, the lack of co-ordination of the centres of control, the undisciplined and rowdy bladder, the helpless exhibition he was forced to give in the company of his sniggering, pawing brothers and sisters, dried, cleaned, revolved before them.
