i am in a field that extends to a body of water, old houses in the distance.there are many of us, the women and children all wearing old dresses, aprons, bonnets.
it is a grey day.
he appears, walking slowly.
he is singing.
from under his coat he pulls an old, vintage-looking shotgun.
he begins loading it, still singing.
he fires a shot and takes out a woman across the field.
clamor ensues.
everyone is running.
he is calm, still singing, reloading, shooting wherever he sees movement.
i make my way to the water and crawl in, trying to submerge myself.
it's not deep enough.
he is approaching, still shooting people, singing.
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please note i am a huge fan of this man, his rants and his music.
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