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Snakehips

Snakehips            Andy's friends started a band called the Waverley Wearers, and since he couldn't play an instrument and they needed a drummer, they let him play drums. But he couldn't keep the beat and soon they grew tired and replaced him with a snake-hipped washout who claimed he was almost somebody once, but this was probably not true. On their first gig without Andy, the Waverley Wearers and their new old drummer got spotted and signed and were on their way to world domination. Or so it felt to Andy. Really, they were stuck on a bottom scraping small town tour opening for a band you've never heard of, unless they have "the poor man

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Snakehips

Snakehips            Andy's friends started a band called the Waverley Wearers, and since he couldn't play an instrument and they needed a drummer, they let him play drums. But he couldn't keep the beat and soon they grew tired and replaced him with a snake-hipped washout who claimed he was almost somebody once, but this was probably not true. On their first gig without Andy, the Waverley Wearers and their new old drummer got spotted and signed and were on their way to world domination. Or so it felt to Andy. Really, they were stuck on a bottom scraping small town tour opening for a band you've never heard of, unless they have "the poor man

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Legion

Legion I do not think about my situation. I try to concentrate on the sensations. The cold, clammy (wet?) sand surrounding my body. How I am frozen in place, extremities numb, floating but solid. Concentrate on the noises I hear. Faraway bird cries, perhaps closer than before. Coyotes, maybe? Concentrate on anything but the searing heat of the sun, rasping onto my face, cooking me slowly. If my arms were free, I could shade myself. Dig myself out. Or would that only prolong things? I think steam rises from my features. I try to picture myself. My transformation. I imagine frazzled hair, achingly red skin, squinting little eyes set amongst

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