Monday, August 31, 2009

The After-Party

It went all too quickly; i was walking away from the group alone.
Out came the roll of both the cure and the poison. The object flickered out on the floor with a small pop as the soothing scent of death had filled my lungs. However it was hardly satisfying to the seemingly never ending time it took to get back to my own space, with the all too familiar Emilio Pucci print editorials and picture perfect Prada girls staring blankly at me.

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