Monday, 18 July 2011

CUP 18: the world drunk from the goblet of a shining regal demon.

And it floated there, above a funnel of water.

And the waves made a broken hand upon the sea.

And the stalagmites came down from the sky, and their reflections were inverted on the surface of the water.

And the very fabric of life warped slowly in the raging ocean wind.

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