tyleridd
From now until the end my eternal guide is with me. It knows not where we are going, only that we must go. That's better than what I'd have on my own
I cannot for the life of me close in on a single method of completion. So many forms to go through and in time I've run out.
I have a glorp over my frumk, and that is all I ask. I have no need for sloove, or froop, just a glorp to keep me dry at night.
The gavel grows heavy in his honour, the King of Hearts', hand before the silence is broken by the Hatter. "I object" he shouts, and Alice slips beneath their eyes, out of sight.
The sinking feeling takes me under. Under the Earth; under reality. Where my creativity escapes into the world and fire burns dark, cool. The bleeding is not torture, but expression. Put me under, Doc.
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