Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 16 August 2006 - 06:54:18 - print it raw
From on high, the lay of the land starts off a cliched saying that leaves no room for fun. Fun which just happens to be on the menu and this time, it's an all-you-can-eat buffet. Only so long as the theme ingredient happens to be the eggs as they bomb from the heavens.
Running under the gun offers the benefit of knowing the end if taken down as the target. Doing it much harder on the scale of time, the stretch of albumen is sticky, gooey and tastes very different.
Strange winged creatures scream through the skies and unload their payloads. Down below there is no shelter save for the trees, sparse remnants of cave dwellings and the fallen.
What starts as a game to supplement the food supply soon turns wayward. Coordination is key and with wracked nerves, a premium they cannot afford.
Watch for the sneeze guard. It hurts as much as it protects.
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Undone, unbound, the sounds aground, life's taking the train with a soundtrack of harmonic dissonance, of inner turmoils and evolutionary spotchecking.
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