The sun rose up to the dismay of the young boy. shielded by a dark silver blanket, his muscles and tendons stiff as a 2x4. His voice crackled and his bones ached. His pupils dry as the Sahara blinked in a few scattered rays of ultra-violet, which quickly caused him to violently drop to the floor. Pain. It had been ages since he had felt it. .His wiped the surface of his 2 protruding pearly whites with his tongue.
May 21, 2005
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Thirst Quencher.
Posted by David Scheidt at 4:45 PM
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