Monday, 30 August 2010

Death's a sad bone; bruised, you'd say

Hollow man


Hospitals in suburbia with neat gardens and coffee morning nurses disgusted him. Liam so wanted the guts and pus of street medicine. Where to heal gave a life some meaning. Here he just re-fitted bodies long after any reason for living had died. Making a funeral, a long rehearsed prayer.



 Random Word: Suburbia  

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