Sunday, January 13, 2008


there is a man covered in glass on the lawn of a burning house. soon there are sirens and then ambulances, police, and firefighters. inside the house, three children, a wife, a dog, covered in knife slits.

they take the family into the forest and turn them into trees. they have dark branches with deep green leaves, even the dog. the man becomes a blue river, its cool water flowing over the twisted brown roots of the family.

there’s a bird, a bird with messy black feathers. it flies into town and into the office of the newspaper reporter. make all stories like this one, it says.

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