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Let me tell you how it goes with me sometimes. \u00a0I’ll see a note like Tudor Keg Party at the MIA. \u00a0I think then not of art nor beer, nor even Tudor’s, but rather of boars. \u00a0Boars and the woods before the axe. \u00a0The woods before maps. \u00a0Of men hunting boars with bows and arrows, walking through the woods, the unmappable and unmapped woods. \u00a0A boar rushing, cruel curved tusks already sharpened on rocks, thighs burning from the intensity of his rage. \u00a0A human in my place. \u00a0My woods.<\/p>\n
(source<\/a>)<\/p>\n Blood, then. \u00a0And gore. \u00a0A downed hunter, the hunter hunted. \u00a0Prey become predator. \u00a0The world dangerous.<\/p>\n That’s how it goes with me sometimes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Winter \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Cold Moon Let me tell you how it goes with … Continue reading I Let It In<\/span>