stalker misstree i follow them around, sometimes, but they don't know it. the pretty shiny things hidden among the rocks, flashing dangerously as the sun shifts... i'm very quiet, uncharachteristic awe and shyness padding my steps, watching, as if they were deer that would startle... but in truth, i'm the deer, and it's my own neck i'm protecting, and i never do them any harm... and sometimes i can pick up a few of the pretty shinies they leave behind... 011122 what's it to you? who go blather from