Magic Blue Smoke on Nostr: The old man moved in a blur of fabric and metal, working his hands into and through ...
The old man moved in a blur of fabric and metal, working his hands into and through the bodies trying to seize him.
Steaming flesh, unzipped in the cool night air, lay in wet piles at his feet. He fished through the folded cloth at his waist and produced a pouch, match, and pipe which he filled, lit, and began cheerfully smoking as he strolled along the blood-slick avenue, kicking a disembodied liver into the gutter.
He smiled with yellow teeth and thick red lips as he walked past, jingling.
Steaming flesh, unzipped in the cool night air, lay in wet piles at his feet. He fished through the folded cloth at his waist and produced a pouch, match, and pipe which he filled, lit, and began cheerfully smoking as he strolled along the blood-slick avenue, kicking a disembodied liver into the gutter.
He smiled with yellow teeth and thick red lips as he walked past, jingling.