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Peter Kiggin Jul 2016
Eat or be eaten

As the early evening winds come in from the ocean they shift the sand and orange haze on violet sky background emerges like a dragon being awakened to move through the night unseen
You can hear the insects scurrying round with your ear to the ground and a coolness begins to turn the daylight to a darkness as quick as a switch turned off by the lack of sun beams
All is silent now except the faint noise of the great mass of the sea and I light a joint and lay back and look at the stars colliding and the moon is a giant whole of dust and debris yet lights the way to home in my mind it seems
A girl once got lost around here they say; she was bitten by a snake and before she died she asked the snake to become one and the snake granted her wish, now she slides along the floor with no arms and no legs and eats vermin and if you see her she becomes a girl once more and leads you to the other snakes to be eaten; now all the girl wants to do is die so she ate herself and that is the symbol of strength from ancient times a ring with a single head is what it means.
What choice

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