Page Text
my volumes enter a cell In it I hear the sound of protoplasm bursting the green grass coming back at my feet as I walk
* but what are these woods anyway? I do not always understand what changes inside my head when the muscle boys with pit bulls and knives appear If the city is so hostile then why would we come here where nobody would find us if we were mauled if we lay bleeding a densely covered tree would hide us
6
These pages are not available for preview.
More Information
Find out more information on this title from the publisher.
Existing Subscribers
Sign in with your Exact Editions account for full access.
Subscribe
Subscriptions are available for purchase in our shop.
Institutions
Purchase multi-user, IP-authenticated access for your institution.
No titles available
You have no current subscriptions in your account.
Would you like to explore the titles in our collection?
No collections available
You have no collections in your account.
Would you like to view your available titles?
