Thursday, January 22, 2009

crush the non-believers

i slow, steps faulter, stop
ill wind blows soflty through the woods
a centipede crawling on my spine
i shudder

the trees..
the trees...

the trees are full of... pigs

tree pigs

oink oink
rustle rustle
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