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Dec 11, 2006 14:26

The creature-abomination-growth is gone. Watched-saw-observed it melt away as the hour struck; decomposing, cells unraveling and disintegrating away into nothingness within seconds. Never-to-be, good, good, yes.

Needed to move-change-travel again... shifted this time, coils to human legs, awkward-absurd-strange-small, but the elevator-prison-box was no longer a challenge, was not mortifying-humiliating-demeaning to ride down.

Death is dancing behind the small door, closet door; bones and silent laughter and unknown animation spells, strange, strange. No sentience, no mind, just dancing-dancing-dancing.

Son-child-beloved-favorite do you now know me? Will you come to me?
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