Tuesday, February 24, 2009

NO Heliocopter
NO snowy-mobile
NO air-ground tundra chase
NO telemetry
NO Walkietalkie
NO turning to look over shoulder, Wolf
NO heavy pant heart race heavy heavy panting
NO desperate stumble snow crust foot puncture
NO super fast bullet head
NO yelping collapse no limp tongue hang
NO quadruple 747 sized fish nets dragged by floating belching factories
NO far reaching sonar reading
NO fair seeing into the pod remotely (missing the mystery)
NO blood spin harpoon gun ignominious backward shipside behemoth death drag
NO terror-ridden squeaksqueak moanmoan
GET OFF THE TUNDRA LITTLE SPECK OF INHUMAN
GET OFF THE SEA UNLESS YOU'RE READY TO SWIM
LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE