Two Hundred and Thirty-Five.


Izzy circle


down in the dark there are things with eyes, down in the dark there are eyes
down in the dark where the eyes roam free, there are roiling boiling skies
under the roiling boiling skies, there are things that can’t see but can hear
under the skies the things that can’t see will eat anyone who comes near


Sarah circle


Jesus never saved me
not from the big kids at high school
not from the mean dog down the street
not from years of unemployment
not from swine flu or herpes
not even from the brain freeze from my bucket of Slurpee
I mean really, what are we paying this guy for?



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