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Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
martha stewart's armies
2002-05-09
We lined up to see a man. The line was long and wound up a hill from the street. I stood in line with a couple friends. He filled things in with color. But he saw something in me, and placed me at his side. I could see things, I knew things. I colored the geometric shapes, a lot in pink. I didn't like how much pink there was. I told someone something very wise. People came and had a great respect for me. They asked my name. I told them my real name, rather than the name I was given at birth. Someone figured it out, knew what I was. I was married to a man. He was kind. He would take care of me. We were going to have a baby. I went to Martha Stewart. She gave us a house on an island. She lived on the island as well. We built things and lived well. I pulled nails out of the house and brought them to her. She had horses. One was a wild filly whom no one could tame. She was an amazing dark dun. Someone said that the color was a way to manipulate people into spending more. Martha Stewart taught how to raise children. She designed the island. It had great cliffs, rolling hills, sand, beach, and a cove. The house was protected in a valley. It was a strange and narrow house, like Lizzie Borden's. There were no halls. All the rooms connected. To raise a child, Martha said, one had to use child gates. Or build another, seperate house. Martha commanded an army. She called on them and they got out their guns, wondering what was wrong. But it wasn't that she wanted them to attack anyone. There was a storm. I went to Martha's horse, the mother of the filly. She was rearing and striking out, terrified of the storm. I told her I knew and understood the filly. I was struck in the head by a hoof.
Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
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