Yes, yes.
Don’t you see?
What did you think?
Perhaps it would be wiser to first find your position in this lovely little matter we seem to have become entangled in.
Not together,
No, for we are like them, are we not?
No.
Not together, but of that same rough time frame, the same general shape, the one that people tell themselves is alike so they might flock with one another by the fire to, oh, what is it…?
“Bond”, I suppose.
I’ll admit this, yes, I believe I shall, I’ll admit that upon reading this Moroseth’s profile, I could not deny my lips a smile.
Hah! What a thought, what a dream. Does this make you smile? Perhaps…Would I have?
Who knows.
You, you two, you coo of things.
Oh how funny it is, really! Really! REALLY.
Really.
Oh, to break you both!
Hah!
But such, oh my, no, we don’t do as such, do we?
But what fun….
So…what? What is he then? What does this boy know?
What does this boy with everything, this one that holds insanity up proudly like a banner over his head know?
Have you, dearest, have you ever went to bed wishing that you’d never wake up so hard that you didn't stop rocking long enough to sleep?
Have you ever heard voices in your head?
Have you ever screamed and cried and thrown such a fit upon desperate cries for help only to have no one even look up at you?
Have you ever woken up and cried because for once you were alone?
Have you ever ******** had the person you love vomit in disgust at the mere thought of you? Have you had them tell you were bad, that you were killing them with what you were, that you were so putrid they simply couldn’t bare the burden of loving you anymore, that you had something deathly wrong with you because of what you were, that you should just go away?
Have you ever been looked at like an open fridge?
Have you ever been so alone you forgot to live?
Have you ever forgotten her smile, her voice, with her sitting right next to you?
Have you ever taken a paint scraper to your face, only to be stopped by those voices in your head?
Have you ever talked to the ceiling?
Have you ever forgotten how to cry, smile, laugh, feel?
Have you ever felt real pain?
Have you ever know true insanity?
No.
No, I don’t believe you ever have.
And you what of you, child?
You?
No.
Fools.
Poor.
Jealous?
Jealous of these things?
A jealous bitter fool who is all bluff and soft skinned am I?
Of course.
Oh yes.
Nothing but.
Oh, how I do recall something of that same sort.
Yes, just a year or two back now.
Yes.
What was I then?
Hmm?
That odd stupid girl? Yes?
Yes.
And now you?
Right where I was.
Though you are now what I was, I am still odd.
I don’t understand you.
I’m too conformist and blinded by an image of a good world like
“The Rest Of Them”
.
Fool.
Foolish sweet girl.
For once, I can say, I do.
I do and more.
And
that b***h didn’t.
That ******** cow.
But that’s beside the point, and beside the point is incomprehensible to you as we know very little of each other. There is no need to stray in translation.
Now….It seems I’ve a mood swing, and no longer care.
I suppose, I just wanted a good place to ******** Laugh at ******** pedestals, not like I can break diamonds.
But I do enjoy playing a pest.
Quite so.
I feel in that our ideals are mutual.
Yes, because you said you wanted to kill your mother.
Ah, good times.
Enjoy the Knowledgeability now, as it goes to hell afterwards.
{Might I just be giving you far too much credit?}
You hate Kathy because to you she is already dead, and loving her now only to have her die yet again isn’t something you plan on doing.
You may be big apart of her life, but you are not it.
Have you brought yourself to hate the world yet?
Everyone except one of those anime persons, I mean.
Yes?
Yes.
It will be soon then.
********, another mood swing.
Ah well.
.
.
.
Hah!
xd
Don’t you see?
What did you think?
Perhaps it would be wiser to first find your position in this lovely little matter we seem to have become entangled in.
Not together,
No, for we are like them, are we not?
No.
Not together, but of that same rough time frame, the same general shape, the one that people tell themselves is alike so they might flock with one another by the fire to, oh, what is it…?
“Bond”, I suppose.
I’ll admit this, yes, I believe I shall, I’ll admit that upon reading this Moroseth’s profile, I could not deny my lips a smile.
Hah! What a thought, what a dream. Does this make you smile? Perhaps…Would I have?
Who knows.
You, you two, you coo of things.
Oh how funny it is, really! Really! REALLY.
Really.
Oh, to break you both!
Hah!
But such, oh my, no, we don’t do as such, do we?
But what fun….
So…what? What is he then? What does this boy know?
What does this boy with everything, this one that holds insanity up proudly like a banner over his head know?
Have you, dearest, have you ever went to bed wishing that you’d never wake up so hard that you didn't stop rocking long enough to sleep?
Have you ever heard voices in your head?
Have you ever screamed and cried and thrown such a fit upon desperate cries for help only to have no one even look up at you?
Have you ever woken up and cried because for once you were alone?
Have you ever ******** had the person you love vomit in disgust at the mere thought of you? Have you had them tell you were bad, that you were killing them with what you were, that you were so putrid they simply couldn’t bare the burden of loving you anymore, that you had something deathly wrong with you because of what you were, that you should just go away?
Have you ever been looked at like an open fridge?
Have you ever been so alone you forgot to live?
Have you ever forgotten her smile, her voice, with her sitting right next to you?
Have you ever taken a paint scraper to your face, only to be stopped by those voices in your head?
Have you ever talked to the ceiling?
Have you ever forgotten how to cry, smile, laugh, feel?
Have you ever felt real pain?
Have you ever know true insanity?
No.
No, I don’t believe you ever have.
And you what of you, child?
You?
No.
Fools.
Poor.
Jealous?
Jealous of these things?
A jealous bitter fool who is all bluff and soft skinned am I?
Of course.
Oh yes.
Nothing but.
Oh, how I do recall something of that same sort.
Yes, just a year or two back now.
Yes.
What was I then?
Hmm?
That odd stupid girl? Yes?
Yes.
And now you?
Right where I was.
Though you are now what I was, I am still odd.
I don’t understand you.
I’m too conformist and blinded by an image of a good world like
“The Rest Of Them”
.
Fool.
Foolish sweet girl.
For once, I can say, I do.
I do and more.
And
that b***h didn’t.
That ******** cow.
But that’s beside the point, and beside the point is incomprehensible to you as we know very little of each other. There is no need to stray in translation.
Now….It seems I’ve a mood swing, and no longer care.
I suppose, I just wanted a good place to ******** Laugh at ******** pedestals, not like I can break diamonds.
But I do enjoy playing a pest.
Quite so.
I feel in that our ideals are mutual.
Yes, because you said you wanted to kill your mother.
Ah, good times.
Enjoy the Knowledgeability now, as it goes to hell afterwards.
{Might I just be giving you far too much credit?}
You hate Kathy because to you she is already dead, and loving her now only to have her die yet again isn’t something you plan on doing.
You may be big apart of her life, but you are not it.
Have you brought yourself to hate the world yet?
Everyone except one of those anime persons, I mean.
Yes?
Yes.
It will be soon then.
********, another mood swing.
Ah well.
.
.
.
Hah!
xd
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Very much so.
Very.
Not a word to be taken lightly.
Not at all.
I had far too much fun with that....
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