IT was perfect.
The color scheme was exactly as
he imagined it. soft warm yellows
and aquas, velvety crimsons. Each
dot looked just like the dusty aging
comics that lined the walls &
shelves of his bedroom
High on particles of KRYLON + RUSTOLEUM
drifting through his sinuses and
staining his fingernails, he let out
a bonechilling victory howl into
the night
THE PULPKID HAS RISEN!!
BEFORE HE KNEW IT HE HEARD
THE ANGRY SCREECH OF SIRENS,
THE PULSING RED & BLUE
LIGHTS SENDING ULTRAVIOLET
SPLINTERS INTO THE ALLEYWAY
they'll never catch me he said
and the sweet blue-black arms of night
embraced him, and he
vanished
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