Wednesday, November 9, 2011
HNT: ON THE CUSP OF A LISP
first, click on the ruins (of my overhead tree view) for #2 in the series
THEN, CLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE
the war is over, you've lost
you have turned into the traitor you thought you would
getting the fuck out of dodge as the bombs rained down onto your tree fort
you leave your only family behind and race to the nearest clearing
there, a huge, unsurvivable jump into a large patch of tall woods and branches
you close your eyes to avoid any circumstance
you slowly raise your arm wings as the missiles are used now
you jump, bird
you jump, you did it, it's over
what do you see on the way down?
you fly, what to say?