Swamp Thing

Dec 27, 2008 16:26

Why did I ever leave this place? I want to walk here forever. I want to struggle with the alligators, turning over and over in the mud. I want to be alive.

But how does it feel, to just stop breathing?
Strange. You realize just how much effort it has been, all along.

How deep do you need to bury the past, before it will stay dead?

There's something wrong with me. I build things up in my mind.

I'm really freaked out by abbey eating a piece of swamp things tuber. Shit is starting to get all trippy and weird.
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