Monthly Archives: September 2015

Mud

Stattin wore a yellow raincoat to protect what was left of him. His face was puffy and bleached but under his mac his body was bones and gore- fatty tissue and knotty intestines barely hanging on. To see him walking through the woods you just thought, There‚Äôs a guy wearing a yellow raincoat, maybe a […]

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