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Flatsoda's picture
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Darkness. Shadows that it saw, pure darkness.



No life. No light. Nothing.
























Absolutely nothing.




















Then light.

























Little light burning bright.




Did the gods snap the magic fingers? Did they sneeze? Mayhap they were toying around, that light was never ment?





















Light.

























It got brighter.
















Brighter, brighter, brighter.
It's a circle now. A big, white circle blaring bright light.











































And it hated it.

No, no; it seemed to be getting brighter... brighter, brighter...




too bright?
































A thunderous crash.
























Darkness again.

































Where art thou, little light?






























Darkness.
Nothing.

Darkness.































Light.































Liquid. Black liquid everywhere.






























Broken horns.












...where art thou, horns?


















































Darkness again.































No more light.























...please, light burning bright? Thou needs you...







































No reply.






























Darkness.

































The only thing that seperates life and death now is a slow, incoherent heartbeat.























Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me.


You're laying waste to Halloween


You f*cked it friend, it's on it's head, it struck the street.


You're in Milwaukee, off your feet.


... and at once I knew I was not magnificent.


Strayed above the highway aisle.


Jagged vacant, thick without us.


I could see for miles, miles, miles.



3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway


Was where we learned to celebrate


Automatic bought the years you'd talk for me


That night you played me ?Lip Parade?


Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree


Saying nothing, that's enough for me


... and at once I knew I was not magnificent


Hulled far from the highway aisle


Jagged, vacance, thick with ice


I could see for miles, miles, miles

Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright


Above my brother, I entangled spines


We smoked the screen to make it what it was to be


Now to know it in my memory:


Jagged vacance, thick with ice













k u u




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Ou, interesting.

Ou, interesting.