I Mean I Know It's

Obviously This Person's A Hazard. Stupid People Are Dangerous.

What Do You Think?" He Asks. "i Hate Them," I Say. I Can Almost Smell The Blood, The Dirt, The Unnatural Breath Of The Mutt. "all I Do Is Go Around Trying To Forget The Arena And You've Brought It Back To Life. How Do You Remember These Things So Exactly?" "i See Them Every Night," He Says.

How Much Energy They Put Into Harming Each Other. How Little Into Saving.

I Wish I Could Freeze This Moment, Right Here, Right Now And Live In It Forever.

Warmblood Now A Bloodborne Death, Will Rob Your Body Of It's Breath Mark Your Skin And Seal Your Fate The Underland Becomes A Plate