| Dorian Copperfield ( @ 2008-06-06 19:23:00 |
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| Entry tags: | balloons, butterflies, l, panic, party |
Fatal!
HMMMMMMMM!
The p-party was fuuuuull of light, of jubilance! Offff....of waaarmth and mmmerriment.
Hyuck
There were b-butterflies...in thisss color...but they were from a-another soul. They came in. They sssssaid thank you. I d-danced. The balloons were alive. Unnnnntil they fell asleep. Wilted. Unmade. Oh, OH! Oh.
Pliable, vesssspertina. You are ssssso pliable. Once earlier...once l-later. And again t-tomorrow.
I hhhhad fun, yes, friend? Yesssssssssssssss, Mitch? Yes?
L is m-made of shadow. Of evil. Of no one - theeeey come for him! They mmmmade him theirs!
HE KNOOOOOOOWS NOTHING. SHADOWS ARE ....EVIL. BASSSSSSSSTARD! BASSSSTARD! He will r-r-r-r-return and inject US. inject US. inject YOU.
There issss no GOD. no GOD - nnnnnot in the p-p-poisons they birth! MOOOOORTAL. Mortals...are nnnot God.
He will......kreghck...kill us.
Knows noooothing.
No...nooothing.
*weeps*
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