Contributed by Gregory Povey
creating a bunch of little fictional stories from photos of people I find on the web.
[image via flickr]
It ends here. It ends now. You and me. I've tracked you for years.
I lost a leg in the swamps of Florida. Been whipped by cold winds of the Pacific North West, crisped in the arid vistas of the Mojave, and puked on the grimey street filth of Los Angeles.
I've seen things you couldn't believe, been made a sheriff of two separate settlements and fathered countless unnameable children.
They’re all well gone, now. We're the same, you and me. Both chasing a dream that we know doesn't exist.
So here we are. I'm exhausted, but I can still shoot you into gauze. I can still make your insides dance and your blood scream for mercy.
It's been so long, I forgot why I'm hunting you. Did I need a reason to hunt someone like you?
Contributed by Gregory Povey
Hello I'm Marcus. That's it really.
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