I met with a zombie princess some time after midnight. She wore a black satin dress, with messy pigtails tied up with rotten rubber bands. We walked through a canine graveyard and washed our shoes in dust. We sat under a dying oak and played of parlaying. Each of us acting ambassadors for ourselves. Pitching finely crumpled words made of aluminum and sequins. We sat back to back and sketched a blueprint of anti-animosity under the deputization of the stars.
11:04 p.m. - 2015-10-14
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