i woke up today to the sound of a jet buzzing the area. i say buzz because i don't know what to call it when they fly so fucking low it tickles all your hairs, but he did it twice and it was fucking loud
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i built a house from my mistakes a sort of cabin anyway somewhere the dogs would never find the soft remains we left behind we have cursed the ground we have taped it down two across the mouth and in the house we hid away the harder parts and soft remains and all the remnants of the crime out in the cabin in the pines