fallen bodies lie in the bay
limbs shorn off
they float
some free, some in chains
enough that you can nearly walk across the bay
I remember
even in death
they are deadly
Shifting, rolling, moving
Crushing.
There was a sound that I can only describe as not being completely unlike the sound of a tinfoil phonebook being ripped in half and a flash of a color that reminded me of lime green tuxedo I'd worn to a costume party once. As my vision returned, I realized my couch was now on fire.
I've just finished adding a new feature: now logged-in users can tag their friends in pictures in the photo gallery. Once you have added someone to your friends list just use the "tag friends" link in the caption area of the photo you want to tag.
