by Robert Gryfft
They make so much noise over trifles. The stupid little things squeal because they fear the other side.
I push them through into the darkness, pop, and they squeal no longer. I could understand their fear if they continued to squeal afterwards. Can't they see the comfort in the silence?
I sleep like they do.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Snap, Crackle, Pop
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