The Plastic Vein

The mannequin was staring at the man. He was foaming from the mouth, creating a temporary roadblock on the busy pavement of the city. Amidst a horde of indifferent people (myself included) there existed a sound, lost and covered in dust. But, the legs had to move like the second hand of a stopwatch, and nobody had a moment to spare for human kindness pulsating in a plastic vein.

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Published by: flatlined84

A thinker outside the quarantine zone. The words on this blog will assault your senses, would make you curse in the holy name of Bard. If that's not enough, leave a piece of your mind in the comments section- the writer is on the dole and is always hungry.

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