2025-03-17
Trickle down my ears, the drops whisper to me meaningless but thought inducing words; In reality it does nothing but activate the long gone middle half of my 2nd brain, which means the world could collapse with these droplets that I've been blessed by:
My god.
Seconds flew by counterclockwise, everyone next to me have their seat belts positioned but the clicking still continues. Balancing between the edge and in the bottom I AM in piece somewhere by those mists above. The prodigy shot the glands substance into his biggest vein, and seems like rainbows flew by retinas to witness it's natural bless, and that he could see everything unfold: paper by paper, each corners smoothed to prevent any further red paint in his hands, and resisting the top left paperclip from piercing inch deep, 2 moisturized soft hands.
Please, me! MY, god! Any more exclamation, fame to caress this puddle in my hand, still holding on that bottom between the edge, you see me hanging there WAVING to YOU but seems like you were weirded out. I can feel your stare basting thousands of degrees to bend steel and create a imp that reaks of damn.
Right before the door starts to open, it sucks me back. Cents in my left pocket started to shake, signaling fright straight to the temple where monks wreak havoc and burn goods with such unconventional methods, SINFUL to the human race made by aliens who knows no knowledge but keeps pursuing their dreams. The moment clicks again, after realizing I ate too much paperclips against the doctor's advice with her embryo blessing the so-called medications. Cliff up against me forced my way in, near the cave that stored magic blessing I called "Holy Water".
Lady behind me starts to clap violently, each clap a decibel raises, until a jet can be heard, far away, godless level of the loudness war.
"Tastes like brine.", she said.
Convinced.