E is for Epoch

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  The worm-like Epoch towers above us, threatening to swallow the fat sun hanging low in the sky.  Babel is beside me, attempting to cram as many shells in his repeater as his thick fingers will allow. Me? I’m looking up at the slathering maw that’s ready to devour us whole, my Bush .757 hanging limply from my fingers. I haven’t given up – I’m reeling in the anticipation. This is what I live for, forever in the shade of the shadow of death, total obscuration never far off. This is life and I’m living it, one bullet at a time.

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~ by Joseph Blame on March 11, 2011.

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