My place is slightly musty my laser sticks are green it seems kinda sorta dusty watching the light cut clean.
The window reflects lines two more lasers back when they diffuse and spread 6 dots glow my chest.
My hair cuts it finer spreading just some more the laser has defined more of my image in the dark.
Where gun shots blaze – an explosion of feathers Daffodil petals Knife wounds fester – aurora borealis rainbow colors When explosions ring – harps pluck purity elasticity Calamitous comets ingenuity
Held within modern cinema is the same fantastic idea; except the fantasy is now computerized and super human powers are CGI’ed. “We want to be the hero,” said everyone, worldwide; although there are