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@ijesuschrist, a dyslexic librarian walks into a bra

@tine,

The walls started boiling, the atoms started screaming. My love screeched in terror, anticipating what was whispering back, praying the thing she had beckoned would pity her reasoning, would allow her life to be spared. I sighed; I knew no matter how much she pathetically pleaded, the darkness would consume her light, consume her soul, consume the very essence that keeps her alive. My love understood, she understood what I could do. She understood the fate she gambled, she understood he was near.

I smiled, I smiled so deep. I kissed her warm cheeks, licked away her salty tears. Inhaling her smell deeper, inhaling her life away, inhaling her last breath, basking in the ecstasy of her sweet touch. She choked, falling deeper into my embrace. The atmosphere was vibrating, the creature was awake. In the distance he was laughing. I knew the time has come.

The chasm grew deeper, the darkness grew louder. Trickling down off her body, the blood pooled with power, the hole within me grew stronger, warping my soul into the sinner. Shimmering I fell, into the hole of my world. Into the plain where he awaited, into the universe I had created.

And there he sat, breathing in the last of her love, tossing her drained body back to the place where her pathetic existence remained. There he towered, there he laughed, there he was awaiting for my command. He knew what I wanted, he knew I couldn’t resist. “It’s time, Anamchara, it’s time to release this bliss.” I giggled, I laughed, with a stern gaze at the world around me, at the shadows that giggled in unison. At the creatures cawing, at the creatures tempting me to set them free, to the creatures who rocked in hyper clarity. To send them back to my world, to purge it all of idiotic blind hope, its what these creatures desired. They desired to be free, waiting for their master to bless them with this remedy. The remedy to purge, with the strength of him. With the power of me. It was time, it was time to bless them free.

What’s the difference between a goat?
Nor can it ride a bike.

Two elephants were flying across the ocean.
One of them said to the other: “Hey watch out you have a croissant in your eye!”
The other one replied: “I can’t hear you, I have a croissant in my eye.”

Hälge the elk was sitting in a tree with his pal. A submarine landed in another tree nearby.
Hälge said: “He probably lives there.”

I remember it like it was yesterday…

The atmosphere around the kitchen table never felt so tense.

It was unlike most nights.

Most nights we would talk. Most nights we would have fun.

The restlessness in my fathers eyes and the grind in his voice was enough to let us know something was wrong.

I looked at my mother as she walked in the room.

She looked back. I looked away. She sat down.

As we began to eat, a scratching was heard. It grew louder.

And louder.

My sister got up to find where it was coming from.

She couldn’t find it.

My dad found it. It coming from behind a painting in the dining room.

He got up, put his ear against the wall.

Out of nowhere a half-man half-rat creature burst through the wall, tackling my father to the ground.

A struggle ensued.

My mother and my sister ran upstairs.

@ijesuschrist,

Hahahahaha

The rolling man
Man, was he rolling
What was the man rolling?
Rolling man
Rolling rolling rolling rolling, I am starting to forget what rolling means to an end of which craft. Craftsmen that made you mad bro?
You mad bro?
Melting brains to make new candles, that actually DO work, instead of those that have worked before time and space, outer space nonetheless!
Inner time and outer space that collide with words and sentences and sentences and brawn that is trying to overcome the brain. Brains turing into a game to substantiate yhe weakness of every hat is not strong enough. Strong enough the hold the weight of the rowld. The weight of the world, that wich has no end and it ultimately not flat, not perfectly round. A round fired from a pistol, bullets flying, healing because it contains seeds that spur new death. New death, new life, other forms of life that merge into neither life nor death, my brain, my brain, my fucking brain, Are you trying to understand? YOU CANÝ I tricked you, you fool, you tought yu knew the world, while it is, it is, it JUST FUCKING IS! How can you be so selfing to take up all my time, pondering, pondering, pondering over space and time, Hell, who says space and time exist, they exist right? Do they? Do you exist my brain, yes I do, I do, I am on the one typing this. It is not you, it is I, the brain, you are a slave under my control. CONTROL, total mindfucking control, is it free willy to fly over a fucking damn? Free willy can’t even fly and I am well known of this fact, Facts don’t exist, you don;t exist, I don’t exist, nothing exists, it falls away, it crumbles. It crumbles like rocks falling from the void into the space of smoke.

Time to go to sleep.