from Extermination night


I built a tent out of bedsheets (I think it was on top of a red ant hill), read some ghost stories, tried to tell my rendition of Bluebeard, touched a pig's head, hung out with a beast, danced on a sand bank and then went out for breakfast. I hate coming home when the sun is rising though, like as soon as you hear birds you know you've made some kind of terrible mistake