I dun fucking know. Feeling kinda down right now, figured I'd cheer myself up in the only way I know how. There are, of course, a couple topics I deemed too sacred to desecrate. It's not all intentional ignorance of the darker shit going on.
If you're really itching to find any purpose in this, you could always try and decipher what each little dumb phrase alludes to. Shouldn't be too difficult to be honest :p
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'The tranquil rush of trickling sniggering flashing of splashing of rapidly beating wings beckoned to the glass portal with blue beard; behold, Hellacopter, the great communicator!'
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'White powder residue on kitchen counter.
Drugs?'
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'Slick tendrils of viscously sweet liquid lash out from its maw, thrashing and whirling with madness its formless form as it reaches out to pull me into the abyss. I backstep out of its pathetic reach with ease. The thrashing ceases, and all that remains is an empty metal husk.'
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'Neighbours talking about "cutting the grass".
Drugs?'
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'Vibrant green stalks stand steadfast in the sunlight, an ever stalwart sigil of dedication amongst the putrid filth of this untidy cell. Another splash of clear liquid distorts the flow of light. Beautiful. More water.'
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'A flash of dainty white light blindsides me from the corner.
Disgusting self-indulgence.
Wide eyes of a doe caught in the headlights.
Speechless.
The mast creaks.'
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'Blank void of dark glares back at her.
Sumptuous furnishings litter this alien surrounding, but it is the screen that draws her trained eye.
A sudden stroke of insanity overtakes her incensed mind.
Tongue goes numb.'
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'"Guess you got your meds filled."
Drugs?'
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'White streaks smack onto smooth blue.
Clouds in the sky. Or cotton candy. Sweeter that way.
A flash of muted thunder catches her in the moment.
Sails unfurl in the surge of strange weather.'
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'Damnable doe.
Timid and inactive even with the sky stretched over it.
Chocolate spots. Two dozen and a pair.
The wind howls.'
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'White powder residue falling from the sky.
Drugs?'
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'Blood red cashmere- rich, crimson, untainted by dainty white.
Visceral beauty, splayed across the warped mirror.
The Chaste Sister preaches ever dutifully.
Wooden hull groans in longing.'
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'Allow me to communicate with you my desire to use guns!'
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'Bottle by the coals.
Bearer seek seek lest.'
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'Now I've been shot in the chest! That can't be good!'
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'This train's huge! That must mean it has huge wheels! It'll rip and tear my vast amounts of intestinal innards out!'
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'The sky is crying.
Weeping into the grass, unseen, in plain sight.
A storm is coming.
The ship sets sail.'
