Gramiscus

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I am the Lord of the Dance. Behold my nimble legs. When I type it echoes in my house because my house is made of hollow rocks and stones and concrete walls. My metaphorical prison is the third rabbit that unbundles my laundry. With the third coming of the noon the flesh of fallen angels and then I said I wouldn't takeout but it's too high in calories.

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Dreadful Spat Club #1

by Gramiscus
11-22-02

Sometimes you just wonder if things you see are real. Some people claim they see things that others don't. What if we're all part of some mass hysteria..

Sometimes when i'm alone at night, I feel insecure. Like somebody's watching me. Strange shapes come out of the shadows. The darkness moves.

Sometimes they're not that bad. I can pretend I didn't see them. Sometimes they get the better of me, and i'm stuck with an illusion that will never leave my head.


	Now that's just disturbing.

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