I pick at moldy fingernails sprouting white and green. Hours of letter composition has done nothing to deter the onset of spoilage. I sharpen my fingertips into fishhooks in order to catch foolish prey. My tapering tines tear downward.
That's what the dive-bar posters would have you believe, anyway. Pasted to the back wall of every black room. Smeared and amateurish. They post no bounty for this villain.
8:21 p.m. - 2015-08-11
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