Codename: Jackass Posted October 29, 2018 Posted October 29, 2018 SITS FOR A SPELL, STARING OUT THE WINDSHIELD DOWN THE HOOD TO THE STALLED GARAGE DOOR "NOTHING EVER WORKS AROUND HERE" HE SAYS TO HIMSELF THE IGNITION BIRTHS THE KEYS INTO HIS HAND HE OPENS THE DOOR, THE WORLD IS SUDDENLY DIFFERENT HE SENSES SOMETHING TERRIBLE AWAITING A LOOSE THREAD, A WORSENING IN A MOMENT HE TURNS TO THE SKY HE NOTICES THAT IT'S DARKER NOW THAN IT USED TO BE IT'S DARKER NOW AT THIS HOUR THAN IT WAS LAST WEEK WITHIN OR BEYOND HIMSELF A VOICE MORE PRIMAL IS URGING HIM
Codename: Jackass Posted October 29, 2018 Author Posted October 29, 2018 TO GO, RUN, TO GO, RUN TO GO, RUN, TO GO, RUN GO, RUN, GO, RUN GO, RUN, GO, RUN
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