Prologue
This is a story of friends much like our own, in a place much like our own. But the people in this group did not speak with one another, instead they loved and felt and thought and the colour of the thoughts they had came from one place. Our eyes.
The colour leaked as we smiled our fake smiles and thought our metaphorical lies, and we sang these thoughts across the waves, and we sank beneath, so happy to sink into each others arms that it made us sick, and we smiled and he kissed her for the last time.
These people, much like ourselves, did not speak for one reason. They were the muted voices of our own souls, stuck in our minds, waiting to be ripped forth, ejected in a painful death onto the pages, much like the one you see before you.
So these friends wandered through our minds, transcending barriers which stopped other thoughts, and so became living people, separate from us. They crossed from one mind to the next, feeding off the thoughts and darkness the webs cast.
Feeding, killing, destroying from the inside out, they ate their shells, transforming the people they were born of into the ones they were. The unseeing filed to recognize this, and past it off as another phase like a bad haircut.
And so with the birth of the thought people did a rapid change come in the friends. They became jealous of one another, falling in love with the ones they should not, and having unrequited love returned in the forbidden ways, with the poor Christ left to fend off his own thought people, like looking into a mirror through a mirror, and one fed of the other and inwards and inwards until the cycle completed itself.
Paris loved Helen, yet Helen was hunted by Christ and Paris was of Lotus. And so the forbidden lovers didn’t flinch in the face of the shells they consumed being destroyed, as they abandoned their homes, that of the minds of you and I, for you see Paris, Helen, Christ, and Lotus are all just the evil thoughts born of you, and how can they survive if we cannot stand against the tides.
Paris’ love for Helen bloomed, and with that so did the forbidden nature of his thoughts.
The colour leaked as we smiled our fake smiles and thought our metaphorical lies, and we sang these thoughts across the waves, and we sank beneath, so happy to sink into each others arms that it made us sick, and we smiled and he kissed her for the last time.
These people, much like ourselves, did not speak for one reason. They were the muted voices of our own souls, stuck in our minds, waiting to be ripped forth, ejected in a painful death onto the pages, much like the one you see before you.
So these friends wandered through our minds, transcending barriers which stopped other thoughts, and so became living people, separate from us. They crossed from one mind to the next, feeding off the thoughts and darkness the webs cast.
Feeding, killing, destroying from the inside out, they ate their shells, transforming the people they were born of into the ones they were. The unseeing filed to recognize this, and past it off as another phase like a bad haircut.
And so with the birth of the thought people did a rapid change come in the friends. They became jealous of one another, falling in love with the ones they should not, and having unrequited love returned in the forbidden ways, with the poor Christ left to fend off his own thought people, like looking into a mirror through a mirror, and one fed of the other and inwards and inwards until the cycle completed itself.
Paris loved Helen, yet Helen was hunted by Christ and Paris was of Lotus. And so the forbidden lovers didn’t flinch in the face of the shells they consumed being destroyed, as they abandoned their homes, that of the minds of you and I, for you see Paris, Helen, Christ, and Lotus are all just the evil thoughts born of you, and how can they survive if we cannot stand against the tides.
Paris’ love for Helen bloomed, and with that so did the forbidden nature of his thoughts.