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[axinfinity]

Strange. A friend of the city has left me with a gift-bottled happiness. He lived in an apartment once. With rats and cockroaches but they're gone now. So he waits. He takes a pill or two, and suddenly he feels so high. Carefree and free. Swishing and swishing goes the pretty world and colors of debris and scrapes of hands and knees and the monster

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[lyingbird]

what the FUCK IS WRONG with these bastards?! fucking emos

[lyingbird]

A-are you all right?

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[axinfinity]

Fine. Better than.

f i n e . . .

[crazylikefawkes]

I do hope you're in some secure location---something sufficient to avoid being eaten, since the odds must be upped with your...current condition.

[axinfinity]

I can't even find myself, let alone be found.

Very very quiet here. Move to the sound of their feet.

[crazylikefawkes]

I beg to differ.

The silence is something, I suppose.

[axinfinity]

The silence is welcoming. Too much noise where I come from. And far too much light. But no, I know how to hide when their little footsounds come.

[harrynotmary]

So you're fine, huh?

Guess I owe someone a little visit, don't I?

[axinfinity]

No donations.

[harrynotmary]

Real funny.

[axinfinity]

Fff... unny?

funny how?

[patchwork_phd]

Valium? Be careful with that, please~

And if you have any to spare, would you bring it to me or my associate Crane?

[axinfinity]

Careful enough.

I have this and more. Our old dead skeleton friend had a collection.

[patchwork_phd]

Oh, that's fantastic! If you aren't certain where you are, you can always find me at the Garden.

[axinfinity]

Square Garden? Think I've been there before in a dream. Or was it?

Dammit.