Palliativity 140: Break My Body
Posted on January 19, 2012
In lieu of another story of violence and sub-terrarian public-transit:
Post-apoc Dance aka Bonebreaking
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As I flew down the last flight of stairs to the subway platform, the gun pointed square at my back—
I thought to myself, "This is how it ends?"
Then my mind calmed and I found solace in gravity:
"THIS IS NOT HOW IT ENDS!"
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