

Lycoriast.Nithin's breath burned the walls of his aching lungs, arid throat, thirsty mouth; his arms traced pain as it tracked up and down his body, circumvented the entirety of him until nothing was left, until he existed as a single, unfocused microbe.His knees sank into the earth below, and he hunched over it. Frenetic eyes studied the grass as though it were an obstacle to inspect. For hard, slow moments, he sat, painstaking heaves scouring needy flesh, examining the ground while his fingers dug into it a fraction for every lost second.Then, having decided, Nithin clawed at the earth. His inflamed fingertips and stubby nails streaked downward, towaLycoriast.


Dance: Gas, DanceBreathe.Dance: Gas, Dance
Feel the torrid candescence lay its grappling hands on the curvature, doomed to drag any-willed poison into its atrophied prison, that grates against the travail of, euphemistically taking into account its squalid nature at heart, consummate pestilence. Eyes converge here, where impossibility ends, sweet sanidine-colored scourge that takes and excises and, through some extraneous compulsion of the spiritual, soulless nature that constricts the forces of a humans pitiful hands, eats it.
Breathe slowly.
The pressure of an angel, animal coercion, starts with the vibration of the first vertebr
WUT?
RLYNAO?
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The death of kings...
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Primary gamer, secondary student, procrastinator at best.
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Fuck every stranger. Feast on viscera. Die forgotten, slow. Suffer for eternity.
Lie down, look back, and flip the city.
There'll be one thousand witnesses.
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Primary gamer, secondary student, procrastinator at best.
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Bathing in your arrogance, dining will ensue.God made me a cannibal to fix problems like you.
it probs won't bring you the lulz like it did for me. but think, "IM FIRIN MUH LAZR"
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