1. Where my vision was tainted, and the concoction brewed:
2. Where he finally stepped forward after I was left alone. He spoke to me. He became me. 
And from here I began to write . . .
Sunday, October 18, 2009
The Epicenter of Madness
Like an artery, it pulsed. Throwing wind, blood, and heat. The steep incline connecting two spotlights.
1. Where my vision was tainted, and the concoction brewed:
2. Where he finally stepped forward after I was left alone. He spoke to me. He became me.
And from here I began to write . . .
1. Where my vision was tainted, and the concoction brewed:2. Where he finally stepped forward after I was left alone. He spoke to me. He became me. And from here I began to write . . .
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