Hopperesque

Hopperesque

Saturday, 24 March 2018

Down Over Your Head


           Doom. You recognize doom easily. It's a feeling and a taste, and it's black and it's very heavy. It comes down over your head and wraps tentacles around you, and sinks long dirty fingernails into your heart. It has a stink of burning garbage.

Gil Brewer

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