blog-8

As i sat there looking at the pig head i got tremulous shivers throughout my body. Flies were covering its face eating away at the roting flesh and yet it still sat there, staring at me. Then it started to talk to me. it said that i was just a silly little boy. it told me was i was not wanted. i knew that this was the beast. and then all of a sudden its mouth got really big and it swallowed me up. i woke up later, lying there in the grass. the pig head was no longer the beast but was now just a pig head. i knew that i had to prove the thing wrong so i went up to the mountain to confront the beast becuase i think there is no beast up there. there is only the beast inside of us that makes us currupt. as i walked up the mountain at a steadfast pace i could see a big shape up there moving. when i got up to the top i saw that it was only a dead man with a parachute on his back. he was stuck on some rocks and the wind would blow back and force filling up and deflating the parachute, making it look like he was rising and folling. i released him and the wind carried him away. wen i look down at the beach i saw there was a fire and it looked like everyone was were jacks tribe is, probaably having a big meeting. i headed down there and walking out of the forest onto the beach. i told hem about the parachutist and for some reason started chanting and then chased me down to the water and killed me. now i am dead.