Extraterrestrial
More by henniebear@kua
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Crack
Salty.
I lick my lips, trying to clean my face. Then I remember, I am not a cat. I lift my hand to my eyes to dry the tears the old fashioned way. They are cold. I am holding hands with myself.
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Salty.
I lick my lips, trying to clean my face. Then I remember, I am not a cat. I lift my hand to my eyes to dry the tears the old fashioned way. They are cold. I am holding hands with myself.
Comments
I can't quite figure out what this is! It looks like an empty amusement park ride from below -- like a futuristic version of carnival swings, if you know what I'm talking about!
It is like a chandelier of different types of lights that was hung around the top of a light post in Quebec City, CAN.
Help! Its beaming me up!
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