@memoryserved.
‘ ken, hey ken, i don’t like the way this thing is looking at me. ’ he’s pointing without subtlety at the only thing around that isn’t made up of sand, a head? with one big pair of blinking red eyes. ‘ i don’t even know what the hell it is, but i don’t like it.
i’m just saying, maybe we shouldn’t stick around to see if it feels the same way about us. ’










