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Purest of Prose
Apr. 22nd, 2011 07:16 pmPrompt:John Doe
In the country of the blind a one eyed man can rock and roll.
And in the country of the dead you best hand on to your soul
He turned off the song as the car drifted to a stop. He remembered this had been a store once upon a time. He looked down the street at the other empty buildings. A crow looked down on him in curiosity or anticipation, he was not sure which.
Opening the trunk he took out the old hunting rifle. He positiioned it carefully, smiling as he thought, "Why I believe I am Average"
In the country of the blind a one eyed man can rock and roll.
And in the country of the dead you best hand on to your soul
He turned off the song as the car drifted to a stop. He remembered this had been a store once upon a time. He looked down the street at the other empty buildings. A crow looked down on him in curiosity or anticipation, he was not sure which.
Opening the trunk he took out the old hunting rifle. He positiioned it carefully, smiling as he thought, "Why I believe I am Average"
