:)real life is getting in the way of b3ta at the minute. but i SHALL be back listening to the scritching at the window and the smell of effluence and rotten wood and the odour of decaying flesh the ordure of centuries of filth and the chittering and the glistening glinting micah eyes sharp and steady and cruel boring into mine and i try to cry out but they're in my mouth oh god they're in my mouth and i try and choke and feathers and fur and blood and pus and the dribbling stench of yellowed diarrhoea gag me and i feel it in my stomach my lungs my stomach ruptures and it washes my guts and its agony and i can't die and all i can hear is the lies and the chittering lies and those eyes they lie they lie all those lies the lies the lies the lies the lies. oh yes.
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boris the spider,
Fri 13 Aug 2010, 22:15,
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