"The whirlwind lifts you up to the ceiling, the balconies pass but you don't even see them..."

[entropicalia]

A remarkably short piece I just finished about the moments leading up to execution.

Something of an experiment in, uh...not being so fucking wordy.

Comments

[phir]

*poke* freddie's tomorrow night?

merry christmas!

[entropicalia]

For sure! We'll be there around 9:00 I'm guessing.

[phir]

coolio. where's freddie's located? (ps i asked the same thing in andy's lj...)

[entropicalia]

Hee, better to let him tell you then! I'm dumb with directions. It's near Crystal City Restaurant, where the whores live.