Wednesday, June 18, 2003

I can't see you.

But I know yoyu're there. Staring. Always staring. Watching. I hear the sussurus of your flickering eyelashes as you blink, once, maybe twice an hour. Staring! What do you want of me? What do you want of me, you squamous, blasphemous creatures? Get away! Get awayyyyy!

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