Talk:The Crossing/@comment-7706473-20131102051841

I have *got* to pay you back for Cormorant one day. I wish I could think of a single band this not Druzhina, but that is all I can think of right now.

Despite the encroaching stomach-sausage, the creepiness of this little story came to me in the fact that our narrator is determined to keep moving despite the fact that they are so grievously injured. How, and what, could compel someone to do something so painful, so insane..?

But the sojourner continues. Ahead lies wealth, prosperity (gangrene, dysentary) and the promises unkept.. The American Dream. Chills. And if this is a tale of another tale to come, I'm even more excited. Bramblebrush, the only plant that works besides devils' paintbrush for a story and song such as this.