My Story Is Called Thin German

The air is mud and I do not breathe, but I must dig. My wife has gone still and I dig. The mud sucks at my hands and threatens to consume me. As you were saying that a raven perched upon the sittle moon of the night,. I watched the raven and then it went, ah, that's scary. It was actually written by Chad Davell. Oh, sorry about that. Oh, it's about adding things to a pet sometime.My story is called thin German? Thin German. Like Benjamin, but if I was thin, thin German, thin German. I think it's more like a super like it's thin German man. We'll get there