It’s
Like we
Never
Existed here
But Bluesharp knows thehistory of here, where rats
came and gnawed and understood in tiny pea brains too much to handle. Then they
overloaded their circuits and burst outward like split-second supernovas. We
watched them. We couldn’t help it, we didn’t know any better. But then the
storms came and we huddled with the rats, and we were forced into
understanding. Proximity, etc.
The storms ne’erended.
It’s like we found this manuscript behind the old
dresser in the rundown house, and the more we read it, the more it becomes a
historical account than a manuscript, like someone was in here and knew more
about whatwashappening than they let on, and wrote about it. I wonder who that
was? they were verruh brave
Six strings bring water from the well. It’s all
there, all documented. Nobody’s probably gunna find us back here anymore
anyway.
--Ryan
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