How it beats, like a Zulu's drum and their barbarian dances. My shoulders raise and my jaw is iron-welded locked, teeth grind on teeth. The tongue is bit, the blood is poured. The ground is wobbly like a stormy sea and I don't know how much longer I can control this seasickness.
Or what causes it? These wires that bring us together... There's something frightening here. 'Tis not that which appears before me, but what hides itself like the sandal-beaten cobra. What has gone missing?
Let me think! Follow me as I ponder out loud.
I can't cease the image of a snake appearing, in my mind i see it's jaw opening up and swallowing me whole like a fat man with a pez machine. Into it's gut, the maw clamps shut. This image repeats over and over again like a bad Vine. Snakes. What are snakes? To some a demon, to some a sort of pathetic god, to some a symbol of life, to some a symbol of death. A collection of contradictions! The wellspring of evil, yet makes life. Is life good? Not for me to answer.
Yet the more abstract my thoughts get, the closer I feel like I am to the source of my fear. Something steady is missing, a constant apparition, or haunting use to shit upon these lands.
Feel....thought...another contradiction.
FELT!
Where's that jew bastard? I have gone away from here in a short absence, and felt is now missing.
I demand the back story! Now!
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RESPOND NOW!!
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