| its getting colder. I can't see a way out. I won't see it. I choose not to climb out. |
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| I must make this comic. I must make this thing a reality. it is a worm inside of my brain I have to bleed out through my eyes and fingers or it will chew and chew until I am a husk, walking around and nodding at nothing. |
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| I wanna see whats on the other side. whats on the other side? whats on the other side? where do they live? why do they kill? why do they kill themselve?S why why why? I want to see. I want to see for myself. I wanna see why death stalks us. I want to see his family. I want to smell his cologne. I want to see whats in those hollow eyes. I want to see.
I want to see. |
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| I wish people would blare Thriller in the middle of the night more. I am serious. |
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