What time is it? Can I be more helpful? When will she call? Is this slippery? Should I do that again? Will lasers mend this? Was it 5? Did they overcharge me? Is God tall? When will they thank me? Am I special too? Is she laughing at me? Who left this here? Does this smell okay Can I heat that up? Why did you change? Can someone help me? Will I ever die? When will they replace me?
It shone, pale as bone,
as I stood there alone.
and I thought to myself how the moon,
That night, cast its light
On my heart's true delight,
And the reef where her
body was strewn
It's like this dreading darkness is enveloping you, turning your thoughts into abstract flashes of a bizarre reality slowly turning, corrupting your sanity until the only thing that remains is a twisted sickening variation of your own being.
Like the flashing led on a disused answering machine, reminding you there is something there, but you don't want to know what.
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