Thursday, November 01, 2012

November's Mutability Mutes None

1. Every cock a stiletto shining death down dark corridors

2. Life is mutiny. So beautifully futile a rebellion it overcomes oblivion each moment

3. November's the cruellest month. Trees lose frocks of green, stripped naked by cold hands.

4. Let hair spill endless over ivory shoulders and delight Nyx in abandoned measure.

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