i trip and fall 2000m deep into the sea, a cloud of eels, crabs, and giant isopods cover my body in a frenzied swarm, and when it dissipates, only a pile of bones is left to rest on the seafloor for all eterniny

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i trip and fall 2000m deep into the sea, a cloud of eels, crabs, and giant isopods cover my body in a frenzied swarm, and when it dissipates, only a pile of bones is left to rest on the seafloor for all eterniny
no picked clean update today, but i have a healthy hope there’ll be one next friday!
"Picked Clean"
What remains. (10.2.19)
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yooo its ya boy theonekrafter, coming in with the sickest general update on what’s up with writing! i thought i might as well start updating you all on what’s going on, make that follow worth it.
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made for my fic w/ @mbwestover , TheWritingCorner and bones :D
no ffxiv raid will ever do it like p4 i fear... we were wild... we were freaks... (laughs locked in memories) and by god did we knife through the deep
Picked Clean
I do this to keep me alive, No, I won't be a waste in your eyes. I do this to keep me alive
I can't sit here and watch you burn. The negativity in every word you speak, like a silent disease, pulls you away from me. You're right in front of me but I don't see a thing. Now I can see the hell in your eyes,You sit in silence and rot from the inside. And right in front of me you fall to your knees.
I am the kerosene to your anxiety. You're falling apart right in front of me.
(Chorus) It's not too late to live again. (Open up and live again) Let go of everything they make you say. Look in the mirror, recognize your face. It's not too late to breathe again. (Stand up and breathe again) Take off the mask, let the oxygen fill every molecule of emptiness.
Your tired fragile frame, Has been picked clean,By the vultures that reside in your mind. I can't help you find a place to hide,Only help you with the ghosts in this life. You carry this burden. I'll never know your lack of control. Completely alone, In this crowded room. I swear I'll carry you, back home.
I am the kerosene to your anxiety. You're falling apart right in front of me. I've never been so lost but this feels like home.
It's not too late to live again. (Open up and live again) Let go of everything they make you say. Look in the mirror, recognize your face. It's not too late to breathe again. (Stand up and breathe again) Take off the mask, let the oxygen fill every molecule of emptiness.
I do this to keep me alive. No, I won't be a waste in your eyes. I do this to keep me alive.
We call this hell a home. I'll find you in the dark. I'll find you in the dark.
It's not too late to live again. (Open up and live again) Let go of everything they make you say. Look in the mirror, recognize your face. It's not too late to breathe again. (Stand up and breathe again) Take off the mask, let the oxygen fill every molecule of emptiness.
"At the extreme limits of his spiritual being man finds himself again as naked as a savage. When he finds God, as it were, he has been picked clean: he is a skeleton. One must burrow into life again in order to put on flesh. The word must become flesh; the soul thirsts." -"Tropic of Cancer" by Henry Miller