Sep 08, 2008 21:32
[ at first, nothing -- then the rustle of movement:
restless rush-stomp footsteps, and the grind of something metal scratching against the pavement with each movement -- then, a low laugh, slowly rising into volume to a harsh bark, ending in a snarl ]
-- fuckin' weak.
The fuck is this now -- new hallucinogen? Abduction and displacement? Dreamtech? [ another harsh, barking laugh ] Come on, you bastards, I know your hospitality's through the roof -- come out and say something.
ic ; where's ghost,
ic ;,
ic ; oh fuckin' joy,
ic ; enter stage right,
ic ; t-minus 10 to rage,
ic ; not amused,
ic ; what the fuck is this