Monday, August 11, 2008

HEAT


You don't live with me, you live among the remains of dead people. You sift through the detritus, you read the terrain, you search for signs of passing, for the scent of your prey, and then you hunt them down. That's the only thing you're committed to. The rest is the mess you leave as you pass through

1 comment:

My name is Erin. said...

I wish you wouldn't talk to me like that. It's not nice, Jeremy.