Makyo in My Mind
hallucinations of the unconscious eye
The half-forgotten
Other half of my short life
In short story form




















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Sunday, November 23, 2003
 
Stone Basement
5-29-1994

I run into a basement to escape from some men who are hunting me. Business-like men with pistols. It's a small basement made of old, white, big stone bricks. It's all falling and crumbling apart in a spiral pattern. There's really no place to hide, but when I sense the men closing in on me, I find an old des, hide behind it, and...?




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