ONE_MIC_ETERNAL
09-26-06, 12:43 PM
In the eve of some dark shack that sits on
the bottom of a mountain. Theres some god
awful fog panding in, The binoculars I have can
barely focus on the remenants of this ruin.
But, I manage to Adjust the focals and
see a mop top splash to the floor. Such a
cold splash it makes, Red water's flow from
it. I gather that this is peculiar.
Why, cause that goddamn river by that mountain
is dry as hells anal sex. I want to go down there
and ask about that water, its been sometime since
I've had anything moist flow through my lung's and
what about the dirt wash in it, right now I could care
less about the color.
These binoculars have been a handy tool, its
unusual how I found them. They were in "dessa"
or atleast that is what the wooden sign said,
Laying on a dead horse who's bottom was ripped out
and hanging in a tree branch.
Under its rump was a pile of twigs and small dead birds,
Im guessing the horse killers were out looking for more twigs.
Well, now they need binoculars and more dead birds, cause
I took the viewers and dismail meal as my own.
I wouldve waited around to eat that horse, but its spirit was
still wandering through. I throw up my binoculars to see who's in
this shack.
Again, A mop top splashs in the floor, and Now that I am closer,
I realize that the mudwater isnt dirt liquid,it's blood. That mop
top splashes down again and like a bug hitting a winshield at 4000 rpm's,
blood explodes to the old wooden floor.
I assume it seeps through the cracks and deposits into the sand.
Im startled a bit, cause who the hell mop's there floor with blood,
Someone elses blood. And then I see him/her whatever
the **** this thing is, I see it.
the bottom of a mountain. Theres some god
awful fog panding in, The binoculars I have can
barely focus on the remenants of this ruin.
But, I manage to Adjust the focals and
see a mop top splash to the floor. Such a
cold splash it makes, Red water's flow from
it. I gather that this is peculiar.
Why, cause that goddamn river by that mountain
is dry as hells anal sex. I want to go down there
and ask about that water, its been sometime since
I've had anything moist flow through my lung's and
what about the dirt wash in it, right now I could care
less about the color.
These binoculars have been a handy tool, its
unusual how I found them. They were in "dessa"
or atleast that is what the wooden sign said,
Laying on a dead horse who's bottom was ripped out
and hanging in a tree branch.
Under its rump was a pile of twigs and small dead birds,
Im guessing the horse killers were out looking for more twigs.
Well, now they need binoculars and more dead birds, cause
I took the viewers and dismail meal as my own.
I wouldve waited around to eat that horse, but its spirit was
still wandering through. I throw up my binoculars to see who's in
this shack.
Again, A mop top splashs in the floor, and Now that I am closer,
I realize that the mudwater isnt dirt liquid,it's blood. That mop
top splashes down again and like a bug hitting a winshield at 4000 rpm's,
blood explodes to the old wooden floor.
I assume it seeps through the cracks and deposits into the sand.
Im startled a bit, cause who the hell mop's there floor with blood,
Someone elses blood. And then I see him/her whatever
the **** this thing is, I see it.