Tuesday, April 20, 2010




A polar bear prowls the ice in tundra wasteland. drums begin to rally.
the carnivourous beast shakes out her fur.
'how scandinavian of me,' she says and stands on her hind legs.
she transforms before our eyes.
the form of a human woman, bald, stands before us. she carries a tall spear in her left hand. she is immune to the bitter chill of the snowy wildnerness. her eyes are husky-blue and cold. she has one mind.
she is going hunting.

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