-Summer-

"Let it speak for it's self."

-Summer-

It is mid-Summer, I guess. The sun is bright and warm to those who can feel. The store has closed, my widow has been boarded up. I was tossed into a dumpster completely naked, I am no longer wanted. I am now trash. I am surrounded by takeout boxes, a broken lamp, old newspapers, mutilated dolls, a table missing a leg, and metal pipe. There is someone approaching me. Her hands and cloths have been stained by paint, her purple hair is wrapped with a colorful cloth and there are chop stick sticking out of her hair. She bends down and grabs the metal pipe and ties it to her back with a rope that came out of a rabbit shaped bag. She now moves towards the broken lamp and a few mutilated dolls, then she places them in to her bag. She then picks up the broken table with one hand and scopes me up with the other. I am being taken somewhere, but where is it that I am being taken to?