Benjamin Posted May 30, 2011 Share Posted May 30, 2011 where life sweeps past like a torrent of wind high in the trees, while the forest floor is static. And Midwich Cuckoos on street corners, stare at the anaconda throng who stare right back, with nickel-plated eyes and ears. And they slither through the concrete habitat, where neon skies reflect a cold sun to the aggressive sound of rap. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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