i want to crawl under a dark, damp rock and hibernate. and maybe, if i'm lucky, a kid will turn my rock over and stomp, splattering my guts everywhere.. just like the dream i had last night with mounds of roadkill lining the streets.. i watched while cars ran over and scattered black-rotting animal corposes with their speeding cars. hair bones and pink flesh everywhere. flies buzzing. air heavy with stench of seven-day death.
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Date: 2004-06-26 06:22 pm (UTC)From: