Along the 'Fast enough, not fast enough' burst of conversation that the Culture Vulture and the Empty Lie produced, began their 'aiming low' in their hunt that night.
'Misterious, fake, pardon me but your teeth are in my neck'-said the Lie to the stranger lurking on his back. The stranger said 'Wicked eyes are like flowers to the mourner and the stinking vehemence will leave us at the deadly edge of our pace.' This stranger was no less than the Culture Vulture, making a rather over-acted entrance. The Empty Lie sat and began to talk on his own, he said a series of words that where far from a normal human understanding and then he seemed to be making sense, when he finally spoke an obscure falsehood:
'Time tells he met with con artists in the corridors, looking for victims to come share their love. And that Shinning Glasses in the shade of the corner was willing to reveal himself in exchange for a hornet.' From his own darkness, a single chant prevailed; Mist, mist, mist, come along and clean the night. Cause it seems it's very heavy and will keep on dragging lives.'
Meanwhile, the culture vulture found a half crown on the mat and sketched a cross upon her palm, setting Mr. Culture as the freakiest of the night. As the Lie recited his last words, Arthur imagined he'd find some girl whom no one seen before, but he just settled with the one he had in front. Still, Arthur's Maiden believed that the courage would touch his tongue, late that evening dancing on the lawn.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
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