Heaven's lost civilization. Soldered incarnation on Judgment Day. Flash Fiction with a wounded meaning.
The white tiger's mother neglected it as a cub. Karma manifested in the jungle den. It looked like Roy Horn's neck. A bloody ragdoll abjured, in critical condition, shredded confetti bleeding down from galvanized sin; zinc-coated 12-guage welded wire mesh in heaven's lost civilization where angels rust in the alchemically, chronically broken-down parrot aviary called Subdued.
Paralyzed, a stroke, soldered incarnation on judgment day at the bridge balustrade, repressed memories of past lives, mental health domains, and what we should do with tigers and what we should not, Karma vivid in the Garden Of Eden and Horn's and Fischbacher's Secret Garden and Dolphin Habitat at the Mirage. Just a printing error in the pamphlet of an illusion-packed act.
