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DescendencyThe elders tell us this story:Descendency
In the beginning, when the Earth was warm, we lived on the land as Man, in those cities now sunken on the ocean floor. We were fat and lazy and proud, and we built machines to do our living for us. And while, for a time, we were blissful in our ignorance, we soon grew tired of our sedentary lives, of the softness of our bellies, of looking at each other with dull and dreamless eyes.
So we abandoned our cities and machines, shed our clothes and shoes and left them to rot on our roads, and we came to dwell in the hills and trees. We grew fur to protect our skins. We hunted and became hun


The Firefly CollectorI have many masks. Grandmother gave me one every year on my birthday until I was old enough to make my own. Some of them were given to her as a child and the others she made, hunched over her sewing machine with her knives and needles and gnarled fingers. She'd call me over and fit them over my face, and then she'd tell me their names. They all had names; they all had stories: Julia, four-years-old, stolen from her bed in the middle of the night; Anna, nine, strangled with her own hair; Marie, twelve, found naked and pale beneath a bridge. She'd fit them over my face, and for the next year I'd be the drowned girl, the starved girl, the girl wThe Firefly Collector
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Serial killer hiding murder material in a cereal box on top of your stereo
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oh worry, oh my worry, has it been that long?
so sing to me a song from yesterday
we are within a mile of home.
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