Monday, March 16, 2009

thought dream 031609

I was fighting werewolves.
In Illinois.

People were frightened.
Werewolves were everywhere.

It was impossible to know who was a werewolf,
and who was not.

Until night came.
Then all hell broke loose.

But sitting in my parked car,
waiting for the moon,

wondering what was going to happen to you,
that was the worst part.

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