Tuesday 8 March 2016

Day 508, One Hundred and, oh


Like the rays of light from the smallest supermassive inverse black hole.

Like the moment before your head is sliced off by the approaching turboprop.

Like peering up through the plughole when falling in the sink after supping the bottle labelled 'Drink Me'.

Three things very similar to the middle of a dartboard after scoring nothing with all darts.



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