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it took days for him to tell me everything.
as i remember, some friends and i had been wandering through the fields, crawling further and further over the frayed hills, away from the civilized world, going somewhere towards the water with no purpose in mind. we walked for hours before resting on the banks of a river, entirely exhausted. the water was gentle and there was firewood all around, so we would sleep there for the night. and that's when we saw him. something moved in the brush, and we couldn't believe what we saw. the bodiless head. the head, still alive, all alone and waddling from the edges of its nest, looking right at us. the head without its torso, rough and ragged and something of a defeat.
child in suit
nighttime carnivore
the head, working out, at the store, making dinner
revealing to me
how he lost his torso
how he became The Head.
my friends were gone...
me and the head.
nighttime fear and an angry child carnivore.
dressed in tiger rags and leopard teeth
eating my body in the night.
the asian girl at the top of the staircase at the dave matthews concert
'what are you doing? why are you up there? why would somebody do something so horrible?' she shouted at me. i was only curious, poking around. the music had gotten stale.
'look at how short you are, how horrible that must be' i said to her.
from sneers to smiles.
'whats your name?'
awake
as i remember, some friends and i had been wandering through the fields, crawling further and further over the frayed hills, away from the civilized world, going somewhere towards the water with no purpose in mind. we walked for hours before resting on the banks of a river, entirely exhausted. the water was gentle and there was firewood all around, so we would sleep there for the night. and that's when we saw him. something moved in the brush, and we couldn't believe what we saw. the bodiless head. the head, still alive, all alone and waddling from the edges of its nest, looking right at us. the head without its torso, rough and ragged and something of a defeat.
child in suit
nighttime carnivore
the head, working out, at the store, making dinner
revealing to me
how he lost his torso
how he became The Head.
my friends were gone...
me and the head.
nighttime fear and an angry child carnivore.
dressed in tiger rags and leopard teeth
eating my body in the night.
the asian girl at the top of the staircase at the dave matthews concert
'what are you doing? why are you up there? why would somebody do something so horrible?' she shouted at me. i was only curious, poking around. the music had gotten stale.
'look at how short you are, how horrible that must be' i said to her.
from sneers to smiles.
'whats your name?'
awake