Our Long Story of Madness

Here's our combination of sentences - FROM THE LAZER BEARS.

Two detached strands of curly brown hair land in the corner of his mouth, a wild bramble nest, cushioning her ear against my shoulder. The morning light glinted lazily into his eyes off the knife she held as he ay on the floor. Mr. Thurston had always made it his business to tell the students that their art was bad. Fists flying. Two backs hit the cold we pavement. Hand Shake. The alley is a place of excrement, cement toilet bowl of the bay - the metaphor emerges as literal as the human feces before my feet.

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