12 4 / 2012

“He’s everywhere. I can feel his cold gaze, watching me. With those milked over eyes. Dead man’s eyes. Which color were they before he died? Blue, Brown, Green. I wonder. The strangest thoughts slip around you like silverfish. Nibbling.”

“He’s everywhere. I can feel his cold gaze, watching me.

With those milked over eyes. Dead man’s eyes. Which color were they before he died?

Blue, Brown, Green. I wonder. The strangest thoughts slip around you like silverfish.

Nibbling.”

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