[ his tie has been confiscated. there are the beginnings of a hefty and expansive bruise on his shoulder where it first struck the floor in its imitation of a felled tree. there is a man of undoubted madness above him with his tie in his neat and orderly fist.
he feels the pulse of nature's order pulsing through his being like a forming bruise on his shoulder oh wait. ]
Was that really necessary.
[ just a little wheezy, don't mind him. it'll pass. ]
action; his face forever
he feels the pulse of nature's order pulsing through his being like a forming bruise on his shoulder oh wait. ]
Was that really necessary.
[ just a little wheezy, don't mind him. it'll pass. ]