I wear a crown made of the finest gold. A cyclops of the highest order standing above God himself. I have six mouths and each desire to taste you. Everything is fear, everything is hate. I am King to my people, though they are all dead. Inside me now, crawling and gasping and no longer wishing. Bloated with silver and jewels of love. Never never never never. Never will I be.
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Comments
21 Jul, 2012, 8:28 pm
This was an experiment. I did, both, train-of-thought drawing and writing at the same time. I kept the words on somrthing else and added to each as things came to me.
22 Jul, 2012, 1:08 pm
This is fantastic.