Dreaming in Spectre-vision
Whenever it was that the was was, the I-thing received the everything through lovely little lenses. Sweatervests went one by one, “bye onsies and twosies, green eyed Lucies, and brown eyed floozies,” into the ground before the I-thing followed them down. They were nice while they lasted; the eye lashes but never entirely unpleasantly as […]