Fri May 16 - 11:30pm-11:50pm he was a rich man, he stood in the doorway and howled. the night grew around him standing there. his knife cut the dark like the moon on a razor. his dead men were looking at him thru the window. they were tapping on the glass. "i smell sulfer and tires." here they come...."here they come!" "oh god, i am beautiful", he says. "thank you." he says leaning on one knee, against the blade. there is a hum of electric static in the air, hanging on all the trim. the hole in his stomach is filling up. "i dont know what to do with all these guts." the dogs get to barking, and soon the whole town is there. sirans and everything. strange night for sure. | ||||||||||




