made/man

canto 23.08.11.95 (for donald drumpf)

looking at a forest of lady legs groping insisting with one scream after another that such things must be denied telling lies in a reassuring drone like the mongrel dog he was

canto 23.08.12.96

a faint smoky funk in the air (never mind your socks) the guy who lives on the other side turned around, looked remarkably composed

goom! goom!

he looked like someone who had once been very smart and now was very stupid

goom!

Clay murmured "I'll be damned." and he was

canto 23.08.13.97

the idea that the abandoned pumpkins showed no interest in disappearing that was just looking for surprise

there was no mistaking the vacant faces the eyes that seemed to look beyond everything the occasionally jerky gesture

they weren't exactly zombies but pretty close just the same

King, Stephen. Cell. New York: Pockt Star, 2006. Print. pp. 112-124.