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upon reading through previous entries, i realized that my mention of edward skissorhands at the redhill shopping center was... minimalistic... to say the least.
his face was gaunt. his eyes hidden behind a mass of purple blue circles and bone. [bone of filiment. strands of milk, dripping a tangled web of shell]. small lips [a pool of chlorine and moss. and we were swimming. molecules dizzy themselves as the air shifts and goosepimles rise, and lips turn blue. alive but for the one aspect.] his voice was that of a child, the mind of a child. a mind of small yet wonderous delights. a
nd he shuffled over to help me with the rabbit food.
his face was gaunt. his eyes hidden behind a mass of purple blue circles and bone. [bone of filiment. strands of milk, dripping a tangled web of shell]. small lips [a pool of chlorine and moss. and we were swimming. molecules dizzy themselves as the air shifts and goosepimles rise, and lips turn blue. alive but for the one aspect.] his voice was that of a child, the mind of a child. a mind of small yet wonderous delights. a
nd he shuffled over to help me with the rabbit food.