let's live on livel two thes ness is still a monster.

smithy was a blacksmith with a pet parakeet
she sat on the iron for-
-ge -she wasn't made of seed. -t

smithy made skullp-tour with her for
his friends. she wo-
-uld -ke to see him every morning. -od

that was that was smithy lived. he lived for a long time with his pet at his side. they would stay up late at night. they would sing lull-a-bye-byes to the sunshine and the moonlight in the morning. they wood sit on the table with their eyes open to stare at the through the windows of their home. this is where they spent their time for most of all of their time.

earlier in their lives, they lived in a small home dug out in a forest. smithy had been along the way for most of his days until he was struck by limb in the quiet of a nighttime's moonlight light. this was when the idea had arrived with him to make something with what he was given.

whirled, the window whirled into a spinning whirl,
the light was lightless and all was blackness.
i began to listen to
-tick -ti -ta -tick -a -lick
-shh -sp -sp -sp -shh -sp -sp
--ss--ss--ss--ss--ss--st-teh-teh-sssss
i swam in his veins. they w-ea-re cold.
they were the cold of ice water in august.
listen to our scream.