num_pages: 112
description: I noticed it was beginning to get dark. And for a couple seconds it was scarylike that meant the world was breaking or expired or bruised or something worse. It was really scary for a couple seconds but then I calmed down. Up above the moonlit clouds looked rippled like the ribcage of some giant thing digesting me. And I wondered if the direction I was going went down into the digestive system or up out of it. Wondered what difference it made. There was a bug hovering over a small pool of ice cream on the sidewalk. Like a firefly but it wasnt a firefly. And I couldve stepped on it and killed it. But I didnt. Be thankful little bug. For in my world you are just a little bug.
language: None
title: Witch Piss
publisher: Lazy Fascist Press