November 2nd, 2011 
mangas slid down the wall, leaving a trail of something black behind them. when they hit the ground they opened and closed and in doing so improvised a sort of locomotion that brought them ever closer, inch by inch, flap by flap, to the bed where i lay paralyzed. i lost sight of them as they drew closer, but then felt, with an odd calmness, the cold wet touch of mangas sliding up my leg.

The haps: 3 2 1 6 5 4

– Ryan

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