Monday, October 22, 2007


Blood.  Blood as far as the eye could see, a sea of blood. The squeals had long been silenced. I am wearing a heavy leather apron. It is covered in blood. My thick leather gloves are covered in blood, but the blood has started to dry. It flakes off as I flex my fingers. I see a figure walking toward me in the distance. I start walking toward the figure. My boots slosh in the inch deep tacky blood. The figure calls out, “Hey Matt! Did we get them all?”
“I think so,” I call back.
“I tell you. I didn’t think pigs had that much blood in them, but its gonna make some killer sausage!”


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