One Story Two Times
November 15th, 2009
By Deniz Rudin
I. “The snow of Christmas morn falls like angel shit.”
From under an awning it seems so beautiful—this complex lattice moving slowly down, moving perfectly vertically and in sync with itself, an image of snow in the sky too large for your screen and you slowly scrolling up through it, finger held steadily on the mouse, cursor on the up arrow. But under it it’s ghastly, big thick wet pancake-flakes impacting your scalp like rain, with the force and splatter area of well-aimed birdshit.
II. “Angels will fall as snow on Christmas morning and night shit.”
If the grid is empty, very fingers and hands, in addition to the big screen, in each case, the one in 1:59 under the shadow of one of the spine, in mice, this complex Susugi beautiful people in the cortex, gradually The other two low-speed two to protect the stability of the synchronized scrolling images on a single year. However, health and strength, heavy rains, scalp, flakes, Uettopankekizotsu Supurattaeria birdshit a far greater impact for the purpose.
