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Chicken Little Says...
Chicken Little, says," the sky is falling." The gizmo keeps on knocking, a cacophony of horror. So say the warlocks of the macabre. Disguised with cosmetics. Riding a crooked horse of the apocalypse. Darkening the sky of oblivion, as crickets strum their violins. Fasting before the corpse of death's theme. Cloaking, then feeding the Tin Man a buffet at the diners, drive-ins, and dives. While the sweet chariot carries the bones gathering at the tannery. Scraping away the flesh, to make lampshades for the Cyclops flea market. Chicken Little, says," the sky is falling."
Published 4th Feb 2023
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4th Feb 2023 11:48pm
A journey into Dystopia. The piece stays getting darker and surreal with no real let up. It's like a walk into Freddie Krugers dreams! I enjoyed the gloomy stroll!
5th Feb 2023 00:22am
