death of life
there was now was presumes that it was in the past i degrees
there was this deer in the forest
innocent ya know like most deer am
anyway
it was a comfy nice ok
so it fell ta sleep
you know that nice sleep when nufink gonna happen
anyway
while it was a seeping dreaming of grand stuff
a human that's what they call um don't they
was a stalkin it
measuring the wind velocity marking the sent is that how u spell it that will do stop questioning yourself luce and just write
so this unscrupulous tainted lonely man or woman who cares was stalkin this innocence
was it because their dad did before them andd their dad ad INFINITUM
anyway as i was sayin
there was this man women thing stakin this innocence
didn't matter where that innocence went
there was always some devil to feed on it
always
so finely everything realised that tuff shit this is the way it is
s back to the deer
the human the sentient being
creeped slowly through the woods
they call them woods because trees are in them
call them moms back yard
anyway sorry where was i
so this deer is a sleepin quietly unnoticed except by this predator
a masked wearing triumphant liar
a scorned demigod of nothing
anyway now where gettin to it
sp this deer was a dreaming of paradise on earth
of a home for each and every thing without contestation
without a problem without a demon in the way
so the human shot it
the end
#lmmaund