Sep 17, 2016
@hellpsalm / liked.
it has been SPRAWLED out on the cold ground for what feels like hours -- time, it has decided, is MEANINGLESS & FLIMSY. having remained still for so long, the violator swears it feels the REVERBERATIONS of this everchanging realm resonate through the floor & through the thick, black hide that it is clad in. suddenly it becomes aware of a familiar PRESENCE -- it shifts only slightly, tilts its head LANGUIDLY, lazily. ‘ i -- ’ begins the cenobite, monotonous. ‘ ... am bored. ’