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!BUTTS/eDGo 08/07/11(Sun)02:17 No.28467725
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>"Hey Twilight, why didn't you show up last night?"
>A hush falls over the audience, their lips quivering in excitement. the anticipation is palpable.
>"Sorry Rainbow, I got caught up in a flame war on the internet"
>A few cannot restrain themselves, and let out short, spittle-laced bursts of laughter like air releasing from overinflated balloons.
>"What were you arguing about?"
>Everything is happening so fast... a suffocating sense of self-awareness sweeps over the audience. The survivors will tell their children and their children's children where they were on this day.
>"Past Sins"
>A girl in the third row widens her eyes almost imperceptibly as a thin bead of sweat shoots down the side of her scalp. The laughter didn't start--it was always here. Convulsions shake the studio, and the souls of the audience burst out of their mouths like gunshots, disappearing before anyone knew they were gone.
>The audience is reduced to one writhing, howling mass of tooth and flesh whose existence spits callously in the face of reality. Taoist lamas on the other side of the world shudder and lose faith. Letters disappear from the alphabet. An infant telepathically comforts his mother as she heaves her last breaths in an effort to birth him.
>Every feeling that was ever hidden from another is reduced back to potential energy and made to dwell in the spaces between your fingers. There were no survivors. |
