Sunday, December 15, 2013

15/12/13 - The world focused into a point down the sights.

10Z: The story of her face clipped sentences, ignored punctuation. Lied.
10M: He'd built an empire at the bottom of a bottle.

9M: What if your eyes turn around and look inside.
9Z: The world focused into a point down the sights.

8Z: Head gear guaranteed an empty bed. Routine disappointment.
8M: Your parts will never add up to you.

7M: The trouble with trains : choosing right stops.
7Z: Ships sank in her oceans. Transatlantic ghosts.

6M: Most people were pit-stops. Not her.
6Z: Cut in half, Mark's opinion unified.

5Z: Spacebar incisions rectify syntactical trauma.
5M: Grow darkness. Wait for fruits.

4M: Only one wish left.
4Z: Cosine smile solves me.
4Z: Upset stomach? Butterfly riot.

3M: Dissected opinions evaporate.
3Z: Jesus slam dunks.

2M: Miracle catcher.
2Z: Dreams precipitate.

1M: Cimbals.
1Z: Exsanguinate.

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