There Is A Fly, Trying To Kill Me
I’m quite emotional at this point. Rational thoughts, no longer possible. Buzzing. Buzzing. Continuously. I’m swinging, swinging….taken two of the bastards down! Communists I suspect. But there’s one left. Medium in size, fast as anything. Can’t hit him. DOOM is not working. Doom is coming, for me. If I don’t kill this fucker soon. Hours now, he’s had me in his sights. Just out of my reach. This fucking fly. How do I feel? A little like this. Desperate.
Click. Click. Click!
Nash…
Out.
