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We Looked Upon the Ten-Thousand Eyes of Eternity
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You were a covered in swastikas and pentagrams looking for a way out of W-Block with your friend. I was the guy in the cape made from yogurt tops stitched together. I shewed you to the hatch to X-Block. You dared threw it open and your compatriot stood nearest.
Can you remember what we saw? I do not. Only the vaguest sense of things moving. Things that should not be. Huge and old things. They took away your friend and left only pile of dust and hairs and broken shiv blades. Do you remember the smell? A perfumed oil and sweetly rotted meat. It still clings to the tiny hairs in my nostrils.
I want to go back there with you. It calls to me. Go back with me. I feel we can never be whole until we know what it is exactly waiting on the other side of the hatch to X-Block.
I will also jack you off if you want.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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