Clickety Clack! You hear those platonic footsteps come nearer. You turn those things called eyes up and view the bland afternoon from your throne. No feet to be seen or tasted. White shadows slip off the ceilings and smack the floor with a silent sound that jolts a fiery sensation down your spine. Your eyes sucked into your mind like a black hole. Flurry of rage, doves explode out from the asphault. We take our socks and wring out the saliva of the dillbratopators.
Fall through the screen you've been fucking with your eyes. See that it's all just a series of zeroes and ones.
I keep falling through this spectrum of fate that the hordes have forsaken me to. See that warp there, don't touch it! Gunslingers take the bait a war breaks loose the demons frolic. I don't care that you've fallen, grow your own hands to pick yourself up.
Her blonde hair sparks the thunderous roars of the saints. Take me with you away from this infested slaughterhouse. Rip the creators lies out of your brian and bang the mice against the pole. Eat it I tell you! Jump with them and we can chain ourselves to this mirage.
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