what did Puck say? what was it...? ...no more yielding... yielding... to dream.
The wind will be all that matters. And the rain, too.
“Fluffies now come with 15000 sheets per roll!”
...hell’s got corners. Hell, houses, bricks, belt buckles.
And oh! have I told you about the dog fighting? ... Delicious to watch, delicious to taste!
...please say yes...
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.