He’s a protozoan, he’s just a filthy protozoan. The roads are dry and dusty and we’re taking in the scenery. Waving to the people in the fields; this is life to me, as far as the eye can see, and you are dead to me. I was twisted up in Cwezi shrines and you were the anomaly, a conceited disease. Time spent in foreign lands is a cure, it seems, and it triggered a change in me. This is an unfamiliar strain, I have no immunity. Ravenous and unrelenting, pathogenic and parasitic.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 16:46:10 +0000