@BlackHoleKin

I smell wood and peanut butter. The scent of hell in a hand basket. The strange ones are having a picnic. They will be jealous when you play without them. Always with you, and always without. I see sods and bobbles and rods and bubble. I want to play. I will play. They will be jealous. You will smile. You shall hate. You will play. They will be jealous.

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@OtomostheCrazyI see. I believe. I hope to achieve emptiness. For I will always be one to surround you for he is me and I am aways. Empty, heartless, broken, confused they wish for death. Only to shine in the darkest of lights. So play with the darkness if you can, but be warned the darkness is nobody they want to be only a thing of beauty in the lack thereof world

@BlackHoleKin

You stopped playing. Now they will not be there. Or here. Or anywhere. They smile. They grieve. I laugh. I live. I die. I rise and smell the air of oblivion and idiocy, swarming me with falsities and truths beyond senses. Darkness is nothingness...but not always. Umbra. Penumbra. One is nothing, the other is imperfect. Which one? Umbra is complete, so it would be, but Penumbra is imperfect and should be. Beauty is nothingness, but nobody is not beauty.

I smell sunlight and buttercups. Poisonous buttercups in a realm of fools. I taste sweetness and copper and strange salt from shores of ash and ink. The waves...I feel them wash over all...They ask for it. They wish for it. Deny them. Provide for them. Ignore. Help. Hate. Love. I smell sweet buttercups to use for this stew. And the meat shall be provided by them and you.

@OtomostheCrazyA lier, a fool, a monster, a tool. mine steal this world for the joy of it for he, me, him, I shall not take what is mine. Run a world of lies, madness, tricks, magic for is I have no stake in whats mine for he and me are beyond saving the truth because their rusting/decaying. I steals mine's world trying to say what littles left only to be forgotten like the rest, mine is alone blood boiled thin whats mine is mine and whats not is mine. the world gone away just like the rest and all the same I am still mine as him is still he for it is just me that is nothingness, left empty waiting to be just like I hole again.

So take the smells, taste, sight, sound and feel what this world is without him, i,mine,he feel the emptiness of beauty, the emptiness of love, the emptiness of oneself and tell me. Tell me what is hole what is complete, for me is empty and alone with only the darkness to fill the soul.

@BlackHoleKin

Selfish. You are selfish. Dissapointing. You are disappointing. Normal. You are normal. For it is the normal one that is selfish and disappointing. What is truth? Is truth a changing law? We both have truths. Yours is yours, and mine does not belong to me. You keep to yourself, and so it is given to none but yourself. You throw truth around, but it returns to you from the void. It delivers your looped message with a new scent. The message was delivered, but was it understood? It matters not to you or me, for it is simply a message. Not a word. Not a feeling that had been left to decay. A message without words or feelings...perfect for one such as you, who craves nothingness, yet cannot be nothingness.

You are Selfish, Dissapointing, Normal...You speak with words, and everlasting emotion is always present. You are all these things...so you are not nothingness. You are so much, and yet not all. I see your shadow. The one you leave everywhere. It shows me to where you are. It shows me to you. It knows and whispers to us and all.

You have begun to play again. They grow jealous. I grow jealous. I will play again as well. It has your eyes.

All right. All right settle down children. This isn't English class.

In conclusion I wrote a poem:
Darkness is nasty,
and you are weird,
We don't mind,
But get the fuck outta here

Thank you my dudes, thank you. I call this masterpiece: "Bored at the bus stop"

It puts emphasis on deep emotions and well preserved memories as well as reflecting today's shallow social interactions.
#VoteForSly2016

Wut?

your slow
not quick,
is this but
a trick?

You say I'm slow, and not that quick.
But I'll let you in on a little trick.
I know what I'm doing. Do you?

Here's a little rhyme.
It's all about time.
It brings death.
Till there is nothing left.
It breaths life.
In a simple sigh.
Calls darkness it's home.
And summons light so it can be left alone.

Time takes all, but one thing is eternal. For none can escape the grasp of Fate.

@BlackHoleKin

Welcome to this place. We are here. We are nowhere and everywhere. Madness, sanity, and acceptance. You arrived on your own. Strangeness takes you. The game has begun, and all are here now. Your numbers and darkness feeds us. We see you, and we reveal ourselves. I'm filled with joy, for we are all coming together.

We all are truths. I taste dirt and glass. The players are gathering.

Ok so now that that's over. Can we please work on the actual role play. Pointing at you guys who ain't posted yet.

Yeah, maybe even notice Girania fly off to the obelisk? She might seem suspicious...

Also the change in the sky?

Also the change in the sky?

Wow, did you just say a non cryptic sentence?

did you just assume my style of typing?

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Art comes in many forms as well as I!

@BlackHoleKin

I prefer to copy off of others.

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