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Man Named Pockets
Green and purple fire scales the walls like water up a paper towel and briefly engulfs the entire kitchen in the mildewed trailer. A man named Pockets stands, waiting for shock, but the nanoseconds veer around him. Glass shards dripping with boiling ephedrine sail nonchalantly towards the man named Pockets’ face, then glide gently through layers of his acne-scarred skin. In the deafening silence, the bitterly scented flames envelope the man like a soft blanket wraps a baby, and while the grime on his clothing turns to carbon dust, his flesh drips like wax onto the carpet.
October 7 2005, 04:36:05 UTC 6 years ago
October 7 2005, 04:54:49 UTC 6 years ago
October 7 2005, 14:35:00 UTC 6 years ago
November 8 2005, 21:49:17 UTC 6 years ago
the real pockets is obnoxious. this painting reminds me of you
http://www.artofimagination.org/Ima
November 8 2005, 21:50:43 UTC 6 years ago
November 10 2005, 03:02:25 UTC 6 years ago
i remember pockets. i stole his name. i hope he doesn't mind.
I miss you as well. or in the first place. I need a break from this all! I need to go see you.
November 10 2005, 06:18:26 UTC 6 years ago