Well, I can't find meat in all of these bones. They're dripping with fear and stifling moans. The grandparents are just getting old. They're walking around inside of their homes watching the sun bring combs through their hair like crops that are neatly arranged in the valley.
Walking through the trees. What do you think I see? It's so unfamiliar to me.
Track Name: The Machete
The machete's wounds were hidden by it's leather bind from a cows hind. (Three inches wide)
It traveled the world until it's fall. 50 words or less, please do not excuse yourself from this. Punctuation does not count as a word.