alright, frames are moving, thing is constructing itself, and my eyes and toes and liver or the thing that moves inside the peepee, the bladder yeah the blade, is moving all over the place, so you must bear with my mind for a moment, so that i must convey or concede or conveil some form of rest so that we may keep moving along and thing, sorry keep thing moving lol, so that we may do more thing, and that thing keeps being thing, because thats why we are made, so that thing keeps being thing, like rock, but because we are movin we need to keep being thing that moves k? think

so here’s the thing that got out of me so that it didn’t consume me into hysteria or fear, and mind u, the anhedonia is peaking up lately, to unprecented levels, but this time it felt like it could potentially be of a weighty weighty amount of blow that uhmmmm

remember to wear your armor high up and to drink all of your veggy juice, so that you may be fully sound and safe and preserved in the best natural state that you must remain at that particular moment for you to be in a fruitful state, or move towards said state, nicely and life-like wise.

Can i at least try to communicate something to you?

Why do i need to tell you things through a given medium instead of telling you directly into you?

I want to tell you directly into you.

There’s certainly no need for this.

I don’t care if that’s definitive enough.

There’s one trial though

That is

That you must kiss me.

And lick me.

And touch me.

And then contort me.

Till i can get my.

No.

There’s no end to nothing.

So why would you ever do that?

Why would she do that?

If not for her own selfish ulteriors?

Selfish lavish pleasure trickery trickles.

I… There’s no I, no need for I, just shut up man…

If your throat closes, should you pry it open?

In the foreseeable future, can you promise?

Until one more thing happens, you should not leave here.

Hug me.

Lower my shoulders.

And raise my chin.

Then do it yourself.

Dante imagines himself in the forest.

His earflaps looking side to side.

He sees a figure that grows to an impressive and scary 3 meters of heigh and 2 of width.

The thing cries out loud.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

He sends hugs and bows down, before dissapearing behind 7 sunflowers.

The man who compels scratches with his left and rubs on a zit.

You don’t know what he thought or how he reacted, and that should be fine, it’s up to you, in fact he reacted the way you would.

Or the way you think i would think you would.

An eye pops out of an almond and blinks right next to you.

It follows your every thought.

But you tell it to close and go to sleep.

So it does, and it woodifies into mulch.

And then you throw it outside with grace, not disrespect, nor insult, nor fear, just enough force to get the action done properly, and then it sinks down the pit.

Hello?

Hm?

You don’t remember me?

Ah no

Come on Adam.. It’s me, maruruk!

Do you know that person?

I think not, no

Would you like to know them?

Hmm, maybe, yeah, why not.

they get to know each other for years

Ok now you know him

Sure

What do you think?

Of what?

Of him.

He’s great, we hated each other, then we loved each other, then we betrayed each other, then we loved each other, then we hated each other, then we kissed each other, then we left each other, then we caressed each other, then we missed each other, then we left each other, then we dived each other, then we crossed each other, then we left each other, then we caressed each other, then we occupied each other, then we killed each other, then we carefully placed each others head onto the others body, then we caressed each other, then we killed each other, then we loved each other, then we left this world together.