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Gorilla In Baghdad (a storybook)
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Gorilla In Baghdad (a storybook) |
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darkblues Junior Member
since 2007-02-20
Posts 27 |
The time thuds in Baghdad subside for a second, the space that usually crumbles beneath continues, but an Iraqi sees his escape, A blow hole into his long forgotton Homeland studio. He runs, and stops, and waits in a shop picks his bottle up and smiles A shop keeper asks for “cents”, “in this land, still in mono!” Fidgets face up, looks down agitates shakes head, sense! Skin crusts and hair growth and grows and grows and grows. Gazes round, head to the side scratches head, eyes try to confide A mouth opens wide, tries to speak but just burps, a primeval gorilla replaces him, history calls it storybook- ‘Angry Patriot Regressed into Banana Eating’, the primates hand surrenders the bottle SMASH, stares at glass for a moment looks back, eyes crazy backward rolls towards green and sanctuary onlookers back off, confused looks as manic screams echo against the trees. The time thuds move back in 20 people dead, no emergency no flinch hearts don’t skip beats, just normality and normal looks… normal looks! |
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