RE: ART (comment) Contest : The Face Of...
Fucking Christmas
Everyone was leaving. They were migrating like the horsefly, no matter what. You were a timid bourgeois rat who, despite the rough patch, still chose to light fireflies in the sky and leave. You still chose to light fireflies in the sky and leave. You marched for promises. The dreams in vintage magazines. The colors different from those of your flag. The year could remain in the shelves and the old pictures. In the fullness of oblivion. The house was already a vile spoil where to rest. Hundreds of books longing to be leafed through. Misery was a strong, unbreakable ally for your years. You smuggled everything. Something that resembled coffee. It turns out that even medicinal, as they later said. So many others from below. You took your fringed backpack. Everything was shining. The children were snoozing and the woman was just groping in fits and starts. She had the clearest eyes in the world.
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Thank you for you entry. It's good to read you. The title says what more than one person thinks or feels. I wonder what it is. The name, the date, all the work and extras that should be done?