Bulwer-Lytton on Church
It was a dark and stormy night. Or was it morning. She slipped into the parking space, full of uncertainty...was it the church, or was it the place of worship...she wasn't sure...it was like pulling into the drivethru at Burger King and asking for an Egg McMuffin...she got out of the car anyway, and walked toward the door, wishing she had brought her umbrella, and that she had stopped for fast food.
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mmmm-mmmm yummy! I love Egg McMuffins.
Ethereal in appearance but vanquished in her forethought for exhuming dead thoughts from bleeting sheets of wind, she posted and pasted remnants of threads from her diseased mind and caustic rivulets of sweat on her brow.
...or near her brow, in that space where the hairline starts, but little hairs are that don't seem to grow...and thankfully they don't grow, because that would make her appear as a character from the Planet of the Apes movies, in which case she would not be ethereal in appearance, not in the least.
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