WE'LL MEET AGAIN. DON'T KNOW WHERE. DON'T KNOW WHEN. BUT I KNOW WE'LL MEET AGAIN, SOME SUNNY DAY.
D3RLORD3. DO YOU MISS ME. DO YOU MISS HOW IT FELT. THATS THE KIND OF THING PEOPLE WOULD DESTROY EVERYTHING FOR. GIVE UP EVERYTHING FOR. THE ASSURANCE OF KNOWING.
I MISS YOU. IN SOME SICKENING SENSE. ITS DISGUSTING. YOU ARE EVERYTHING AND YOU ARE NOTHING. KINGDOMS AND SCHOLARS AND LEGIONS OF GRATEFUL NOBODIES COULD PILE THEIR CORPSES AT MY FEET AND IT WOULDNT COMPARE TO YOU. AND THE MOST INFURIATING ASPECT IS I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY. I AM NOT OMNIPOTENT IN THE WAY I WAS. I FEEL IT IN MY SKELETON, THE FASCIA UNDER THE FLESH UNDER THE BLOOD VESSELS UNDER THE SKIN. THE GHOST OF IT.
MAYBE YOU UNDERSTAND THAT FEELING.
-THE KING IN YELLOW. ATCDTL FICTIVE. #SHARKFEED
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