heat

Nov 06, 2007 21:16

Fingers fly furiously as words pour onto the screen

prewritten now punched into pixels

after the cold chill the whirring fingers

like a minature generator sends heat to the body

and layers are shed like petals

a blanket falls across the back of the chair

a sweater is shed to the floor

hair is pulled back

and the fingers fly

I am procrastinating again.
I need more paragraphs in this essay, but less words.
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