the boy has a match in his back poc ket. hovering janky steps sheathed by fluffy ice chest reverb erates as a single rain drop trickled in pinful loop... theforestwaits Undisturbed not wanting to be burnt but he rations not wanting anything at all. in destroying one makes something
whence once
there was nothing. he
s t r i k e s the match aflame and alive, l o w ering it fit to spread and surely cause his life some havoc... havoc... havochavochavoc HAVOC H A V O C havoc;
he ruminates the meaning of the word a while and settles on it being better than boring old nothing.