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Originally Posted by kinnikpasswordforgetter
someday someone in my towne is going to finde my postes and identify me as the author.
a mob will abduct me and they will burne me on the bonfire on the 12th of july.
they will rejoice at my screames and the cops will turn a blind eye and pretend not to notice. they will conspire with the towne clerks to vanish any trace of my birth or doings from official recordes.
they will awaken the next day refreshed and cleansed of the filth, goode christian volk and sellout liberal pomo agnostic scum collaborating as always.
but they will find that all the addes and posteres displayede aboute the townlande shall slowly come to bear my image.
they will eate but the foode will reappear in the packets from whence it came. no matter how muche they eate it will always reappear outside their stomachs as if it were never touchede by their personnes in the first place.
they will turne in desperatione to televisual boxes, wirelesses and broadbande connexxiones, only to finde all communications cut off. replacede with the sighte or sounde of harsh buzzing static that seemes to whisper my voice and frome the righte angle containe my cruelly smiling face. the screens will sear white light as if matter itself where leaving this realme, some strange extraction of the basic elementes of realitye.
theye will run to escape the lande but all roades will lead back from whence they came. their cars will crash wildly or follow obscure roads that lead to nowhere. dead ends and circular trails that defy all knowne laws of physics.
they will cower in their houses and churches as my blasphemous voice appears inside their minds, mocking and taunting. it's noise shall overbeare them until their own thoughtes have no silence against whiche to contraste.
the skye will turne black and strange lightes shall gleam and glisten from impossible sources. their flesh will twiste and shrivel and their throates shall gaspe in agony.
nighte will fall and the dead sun will never rise again.
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either that or just think you're a bit wierd.