Friday, September 30, 2011

Homecoming

It wasn't a pleasant experience to die multiple times in such a short time. To be housed in an improper form, controlling a sack of meat like a puppet.

I HATE IT

It's not a difficult task, just feels... icky.

Road Runner broke my mask.
Shady took my broken mask.
Two asylum girls visited.
Now there is one left to see.
Is that all I'm going to do to them? Haven't you been reading? There's a circle that needs to be completed. We've barely ran passed the starting line.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Update:

Hello things, I've come to leave a note that your precious 269 is functioning just as fine, perhaps better than before; and will be back to posting soon. He's had to run some errands for me in the meantime.

Worry not, he isn't through with you all yet.

Sincerely,
Thy Executor

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Live or DIE?

You look stressed.
Why is that?
Is it because I've been quiet?
Silly girl don't you know?
I am always with you.
All of you.
I can play these games too.
His puppets are not mindless fools.
My puppeteer is no exception, can you not see?
I told you all no more games.
NO MORE GAMES.
Sweet asylum girls, who will survive?
Who will live and who will die?
My heart is cold and dead inside, I can't keep you all.
There simply isn't enough room.
Not enough love.


I have been watching. Does the silence trouble you? Good, I am happy to satisfy your needs. Little asylum girls, you look troubled. I'll have to visit you all soon, I want to touch and squeeze the life bit by bit from your lungs.

This is what you wanted. Blame the little Lady. She kicked and screamed, begged and raged. RAGED. SHE WANTED THIS. All along. She wanted the act to fall. Feels lighter to stop playing stupid. Don't you realize now that you've left me without guidelines to play by? Blame her. HATE HER. Go against one another, humans do that best. Make it easier for me.

Little asylum girls.
Mine
Mine
Mine
You wanted answers.
You want to know why.
It's coming.

Bad news: No guidelines anymore.

Good news: You don't have to squint to read my messages.

I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll prob'ly go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride

Ah ha ha ha!

Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock

Sunday, September 4, 2011

MESSAGE

Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
I'm just playing
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
I've never been broken to begin with
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
It was all just an act
Now
Now
Now
The curtain has been raised
We act no more
We pretend not
I am the Prospect of your Prosper
I am the obstacle that separates you from your fortune
Can you defeat me?
Will you defeat me?
DO YOU WANT TO DEFEAT ME?
I am Prosper
The curtain has been lifted
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