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dream 4
Contributed by
artwitness
on
Thursday, 26th September 2002 @ 09:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Betsy is not human,
this time.
Oh her heads all right, but
her bodys shape fades,
between her normal two legged self,
and a traffic cone that floats,
an inch over any surface,
about the size,
of a gas station pump. Her clothes change
shape,
depending on which form she wears.
But the mouth is the thing
that I just cant deal with.
From a distance she looks fine.
But when she takes a closer look at me,
slowly rocking back and forth,
floating with the guidance of gyroscopes
the whirring of fly wheels grows
its clear she doesnt have
teeth,
but counter digits,
just like your cars
odometer.
There are eight of them.
Not just numbers though, letters,
she has not spelled any words though.
The digits in the readout spin,
in a blur.
She has not set feelings about me yet,
I think shes still processing.
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artwitness
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2002-09-26 21:45:00]
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Re: dream 4
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Thursday, 26th September 2002 @ 10:01:15 PM AEST
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