23 of 30, 2016
Pink, to start with. Hot, the tone of berry Razzles after
they've turned to gum in a crush's mouth. White
cap-sleeves. Pent in a frame of checkerboards,
the skeleton of of Nikola Tesla, mustache defiant,
nosegrinds on his own tombstone. The G&S
wordmark in distressed type, like the blue
inkstamp on the tallow of a beef primal. Behind it
all, lightning, of course. Electricity just a force
to be caught and jumped, fearless, by the rad kid
who dons this rad shirt.
from a prompt by Gerald Munson

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