04-08-2006, 09:13 AM
Oh boy... Poor kitty.
The girl in the shack looked up and picked up a guitar, setting it on her crossed legs as she tuned it. The mechanical hand didn't even have to be told how to fix something; she'd programmed it to fix anything.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...