The experiment on transmitted intelligence.A Poem by andrew mitchellscience fiction horror
The experiment on transmitted intelligence.
From what started as pitter patter feet on his forehead, became his unjust death, lurking in his abyss. Beginning their journey through the dark corners of his mind, until the cold earth compressed his cold blue lips of the consumed. When the maggots ate into his brain of the deceased, the autopsy revealed; the flies were none the wiser. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on January 20, 2017 Last Updated on January 20, 2017 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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