IT gathers itself in one br spot, burns with all its br might, then falls to the br ground and disapates, br and yells, im done. br IT stands on four feet, br wears a flag, and spends br its time making maps of br you, me, and everyone eles. br ITS here, its every where, br still, with out us its nothing br but a smear. br IT moans and fucks about, br then shuts up, for its out of br gas.