#fussel

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Fussel and The Blueberry

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Yellow by Kent Geiner Via Flickr:

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(C) Fussel (2014)

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Könnyű vagyok, mit szánjam?!

A szívemet épp kihánytam!

Leszakadhat a kurva ég

Hulljon a Hold ez a hulladék!

Ezt az űrt nem tölti be semmi sem

De a mosolyod nem adom, azt elviszem!

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2 in the morning. Actually 1.30am when i started.

Out of nowhere, possibly my imagination: scream. Pig scream of horror and shock.

Out of pig scream, Tommy waking up in a start; scrambling. Pig?! Pig?!

Chewing noises upon listening: pig signals life.

Tommy, insane, nervous. Pig? My pig?

2am: dark. Pitch fucking black. No pig. A single Krümel rushes off the crime scene, terrorized by flash photos to Fucking See Goddamn It

Pig? Pig? The masses cry, frantically.

No pig …. Nowhere pig.

But he chews. His chewing is distinctly heard; it comes from his bedroom which is empty.

Preemptively: begin mourning process. Pig ……..

THEN: OH FUCK PIG

PIG?! BUT STILL INSIDE, TECHNICALLY. There he is. Pig …

Realise there is no way to reach. Disassemble parts of cage; pull various houses away from Pig Location. Traumatize Krümel by crawling into cage.

Pig … pig boy …… dig for pig. He yells. Everyone hates it.

Pig……………………. Pig u do not know the extents of my love

Set pig. Into cage. Normal style.

Throw greens in so he will regenerate.

Wait fuck ok.

Struggle for life to get out: this was easier at ten.

Aftermath.

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My men

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