A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
He hated the sound of indrawn breath Despised air rattling through fleshy tubes He was only ever at his best When the heat was on When the cards were down With oxygen in short supply.
1 comment:
I like, esp the fleshy tubes... kinda gross n cool at the same time.
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