Friday, September 30, 2011


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.


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.

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