The Pig King |
Snowman |
A chill breeze blew through the air, as an icicle fell to the ground, buried in deep snow. Two men sat, unfazed by the chill, at a table, nearly completely buried in snow. The men, also, sad in several feet of snow, piled up after a recent blizzard. Around the town, these two men were the only ones outside, everyone else in the comfort of their homes.
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12/7/08 |
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The Pig King |
Music |
You’re doing nothing, really, just floating around like you have ever since you came to this godforsaken place, when you see a light, coming at you from the strange place, the place that seems to glow with happiness and life, the place on the other side of the tunnel. You’ve seen lights come from there before, but they were fake lights, bad lights, lights that fooled you and tried to invade your only sanctuary, but maybe this light is different. Maybe it’s the light, the one they all talk about, the one that will finally put you to rest.
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9/6/09 |
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