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I live on Conan Obrien's forehead

a blog with short stories, various commentary, and some pictures

Thursday, August 14, 2008

excessive force

His head was crushed like an egg, thin shell crumbling in your hand as you try to throw it with more force than the egg can withstand.  Clear sticky liquid drips like slow spit from your curled hand and the bulbous yellow yolk quivers like a scared amoeba in the center of your palm, poising to slide off the edge and splatter on the cement floor below.
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