“You shouldn’t have watched us,” the female hissed in a tedious, thick voice as she gave into a malicious laugh. “You should have just run along home, little girl.”

" ... Alone her pale complexion blended into the walls that never ended, ... "

'It' scares me

We couldn’t help ourselves, even though we knew where it would end.

He's in the moons silvery crescent, And the sharp eye of a pheasant, The swift movement of a hare, You'll find him there Spirit of the forest Inside the towering oak, This giant awoke,

He stood on the windswept battlefield, All alone his senses reeled, The Knight wiped his sword on the grass, Around him fallen comrades lay, The end of a bitter, bloody day,

Head in pieces like a broken vase, Standing on bridges shouting at cars, Casually cutting himself, Counselled on the National Health. Voices whispering in his head, Better off dead,

Green snow falling on my windshield relentlessly, tiny green guru that taught me the art of squee-gee, green sea full of dragon-fly ships, bitter bugs persistently trying to slip through my lips,