what did Puck say? what was it...? ...no more yielding... yielding... to dream.
And oh! have I told you about the dog fighting? ... Delicious to watch, delicious to taste!
And, since the computer itself will be immersed in old sloppy-joe and rotting paella, the vent ports will close up with grease and wet rice and the temperature of the internals will rise a few degrees.
The thing that watches keeps chewing the air. The sound of its voice is like the husky clatter of corn stalks in the late fall – hungry. Hungry and damned.
Leaves 