I saw a dead bird on the fence today. Part of it was missing, and part of it was black, and the tiny little flies that dotted its back looked at me and said, "Shiiiiiiiiiiiit." -fin-
I saw a dead bird on the fence today. Part of it was missing, and part of it was black, and the tiny little flies that dotted its back looked at me and said, "Shiiiiiiiiiiiit." -fin-
Earlier I thought of a kind of place. Not truly a physical place, but involving the physical space. Not tied to a specific spatial coordinate, an imaginary, yet agreed upon location at the intersection of two imaginary lines. No, this place can be entered into by any consciousness-bearing sentience that stumbles upon it. This is the ...
Hiding in the deep country. Staying away from the other creepers, scurrying like vapid rats to the trickle of moisture in some dank public house. Their mutterings only give rise to distration and boiling rage of the hobo. He'd try desperately to stay awake. Pouring carafes of scalding coffee into his raw esophagus in the ...