Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Birdhouse In Your Soul

I have returned. I was recalled back to the Bleak Shore for a status update. Unfortunately, I really had nothing to update. And time on the Bleak Shore is kind of wonky.

In any case, I'm back and observing potential candidates. People, places, events. I need to write things down.

My chest hurts. The Bright Ones wish to be free. I can go now and let them out. No one will see. All I need is a knife and my flesh will open and they can emerge into the air.

1 comment:

  1. That's what I hate about you Nest bastards. I can't cut you without being swarmed by fucking birds.