Jun
5

Somewhere . . . maybe close, maybe far away. I hear it. I almost feel that I can always hear it, you know. In my dreams.
The situation requires vigilance. Constant vigilance. The moment I stop looking, that’s when it’ll come to get me. As I’ve always known it would.
Well, I can’t lie. Things don’t seem good. In fact, things seem very, very bad. It’s definitely out there. Probably we should lock the doors. And arm ourselves.
WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU PEOPLE AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO HEARS THIS FUCKING LAWNMOWER I SWEAR I AM ABOUT TO LOSE MY SHIT UP IN HERE
Oh wait. Nevermind. I guess if he’s not freaked out, I’m good. Yeah. I’m good. Ha ha ha ha! God, what was my problem? Never mind. Ha ha!
Dooooooooooom.
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