September 8th, 2007

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the air was alive

The plastic senator had tied Jane to a chair with climbing rope. He stood there, chuckling. The air was alive, tingling and crawling. The invisible ants were all over everything. Itching. Crawling. Jane's black hair was filled with the crawling that wouldn't stop. The plastic senator's jaw popped in and out of place, his DXM-dilated pupils staring off into to empty night sky. The dust in the air was crawling all over Jane's skin. She tried to ignore it, but it was unbearable. The plastic senator continued his senator jig, unaware of the living air. The plastic senator couldn't take it anymore. The plastic senator kept laughing. The plastic senator kept laughing.
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