El Poopacabra (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thedarkbackward) wrote,@ 2007-06-13 15:22:00 |
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Blog Like It's the End of the World!
I can hear them even through the walls and my windows are vibrating, a thrum-like howl from the heart of the world.
They're on us now, the ones we buried and left behind. And they are screaming.
They scream because they are hungry. I scream because I know what they eat.
I can see them in my head, moving from house to house like ghosts. They pull the baby like fresh plucked piglet from their unsheltered prams, they tear apart the old and sick in their unquiet, damp beds. They're making the world stop and there is fuck-all I can do about it than this.
And this is less than nothing.
A note thrown into a sea that ends at no beach, with no Crusoe to read it.
Goodbye.
I can hear them even through the walls and my windows are vibrating, a thrum-like howl from the heart of the world.
They're on us now, the ones we buried and left behind. And they are screaming.
They scream because they are hungry. I scream because I know what they eat.
I can see them in my head, moving from house to house like ghosts. They pull the baby like fresh plucked piglet from their unsheltered prams, they tear apart the old and sick in their unquiet, damp beds. They're making the world stop and there is fuck-all I can do about it than this.
And this is less than nothing.
A note thrown into a sea that ends at no beach, with no Crusoe to read it.
Goodbye.
