exist within that order.

 

        My brief cases were burned before I received them, the pussy dumb neighbors gathered the information without actually asking for it, they wanted to know the grub because that was all they were too. They pissed on their own faces.

 

        A tap on my window, I go to find no one there, I can hear the noiseless room, and all its strange imperfections, a dish flipping over the barriers in sound. It rains outside. I always imagine when it is raining. The lightening makes the light blink. 

 

        The shrouds are close by, to protect myself in case it gets too scary.  I cover up and close my eyes and make them think I'm not here.

 

        Shepherds. I still don't know what shepherds are.

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