Before there was time, before there was anything, there was nothing. And before there was nothing, there were monsters.
is my throat so full of shit i have to clear it just to breathe? man, i hope it's just a phase, think of the life i'd have to lead.
And the silver-pink pony kisses me and says, "You've come a long, long way and you deserve to be really happy."
This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twists all of our arms collectively, but if sweetness can win, and it can, then I'll still be here tomorrow to high-five you yesterday, my friend. Peace.
I let my horns grow longer, I observed my skin get redder, my soul became a hammer, I started to feel better.
Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as human, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance.
Pardon the esoteric tangent. These are my instincts as a Hero of Light kicking in. It's hard for us to resist prattling on a8out matters like this.
