it stares me down with that enormous glassy eye. i know it can sense my fear, perhaps smell and taste it in the air-- there's plenty of it to be detected, after all. it pierces my soul, pins me where i stand with that volcanic glass jettatura. from somewhere deep in my brain, echoing from some ancient part of it we had when we weren't human, a primal, haunting, chilling instinct grips me. as cold and dark as the depths of the ocean womb, it engulfs me, pervasive and paralyzing. "it hungers."
alt title: i actually took the time to post this on facebook about someone's gargantuan pet rabbit and felt bad about not being a productive blogger. - G
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