* you are the void. you encompass the idea , nay , you embody the vast emptiness that lies after death. you have seen many a timeline now , anomaly after anomaly , presence of another YOU does not bode any surprise or ill-will to you. skeletal fingers tuck into pocket stretched ‘cross your abdomen , saccharine smile , thylacine in it’s appearance , creeps on your features , but there is a slight hesitation within your own smile , yes , a question dares to dance ‘pon the tip of your tongue.
* “ this meetin’ of the minds here is really rattlin’ my bones , pal , but i got somethin’ on my mind . . . / * . . . / * . . . what was your FRISK like ? “
starter call. / @onehpwonder