Monday, November 16, 2009

Sweet Tooth

"My dad says so few kids was born after the accident, that God decided to make ‘em special. So we got fur, or tails, or antlers. He says I’m the last one left. Outside of the trees is fire and hell, so we’s gotta stay here, where it’s safe. Says the trees stop the fire from burning us forever. An’ if we wait here and pray hard, one day we’ll get to go to heaven and be with mom...that’s what my dad says."

Strange sweet shit from Jeff Lemire

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