i have this vision of a sun setting somewhere in the midwest in a field. its almost dark tho, the sky's still reddish but it gets darker as it goes higher up, the colors i mean. reddish to purplish to dark blue and finally, near-black. moons out, like duh. thank god for thhat because without it you wouldnt be able to see the coyotes running through the weeds. theres a bunch of them, and theyre not all close together. theres 2 running up front, ones a little more up front, one slightly behind. there are 3 running behind them sorta in the middle of their pack, their speeds change a little, sometimes ones a little faster, then one gains speed and catches up.
there are 2 more behind, teeth gleaming, theyre really trying to catch up, tryna leave as fast as the red in the sky is. frankie nw stubs is nowhere in sight but you can hear him screaming like a goddamn banshee. its a scream/sing. hes either saying 'i want the moon' or 'patrick kills me'. im not sure. maybe he said both.
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