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( i SAID no running in my lobby. )ind. sel. canon divergent marion moseby.written by nicki.

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           ❛     i admire your philosophy… people running around the lobby can often become… infuriating. not so much when they accidentally get lost, however.     ❜

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                     ❛   ah,  all the same and more to you,  mr. march !   ❜   SINCERITY  is a  RARITY  with speaker in question,  though in select circumstances,  its dim  &  distilled rays are somehow capable of pushing through  STONE-COLD CARAPACE  to reveal themselves   ( experience and its harsh teachings have not dulled glint in brunneous hues  –––––  oh,  HEAVENS,  no !  –––––  but have managed to alter stimuli to such excitement ).  with moiety of avidity and curiosity is fellow man gazed upon,  dark brows beginning to knit closer together  ;    the implication leads to  ANTICIPATION.   ❛   though  .  .  .   just how is one to go about assuring that the  LOST  are not  FOUND ?   ❜

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                 ❛   surprise,  bitch.   ❜     syllables are sparks that fly from a flame fueled by perturbation that has painted itself across lineaments of countless guests   ( and may such an interaction continue to fan at nature’s horror,  to send billowing clouds of grey skywards until  ALL PURITY  of empyreal expanse is but a distant memory of days past ).   ❛   i bet you thought you’d seen the  LAST OF ME.   ❜

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I love ur lobby xo

                     METACARPI MOVE TO ADJUST  lapels as tiers part to reveal dazzling smile.  take the world at  FACE VALUE  and do not bother to delve into macrocosm of  DARKENED MIND  ––––  life is easier lived when soul is touched with childlike naïveté,  when each creature that roams the earth is as they  APPEAR  to be.  demons lurk around every corner,  flames licking at and blackening sense of reason as we carry through life's unpredictable,  ephemeral ride.  but if presented with the chance,  would he return to  INNOCENCE ?  heavens no.  compliment sends PRIDE  rushing through veins   ( a  DEADLY SIN,  so they say ),  paired with the adrenaline that never fails to accompany the ringing of silver bell,  the decider of fate.   ❛   why,  thank you,  young man !   i assume you're looking to CHECK IN,  then ?   ❜

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Holy water cannot help you now, Thousand armies couldn’t keep me out, I don’t want your money, I don’t want your crown See I’ve come to burn, your kingdom down.

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                     FROM POSITION AT CHECK-IN DESK  does the manager observe what appears to be a guest  ––––  an awfully  CURIOUS  one,  at that   ( what is he searching for ?   have  rumors  FRAGMENTS OF TRUTH  been leaked beyond the tipton's walls ? ).   surge of  PARANOIA  floods thoughtstream all at once,  reliquae of encraty required to retain composure.  crevices of unresting brain are scoured for ideas   ( you are not incapable of creating  DISTRACTION,  marion,  do  SOMETHING ! ).   ❛   are you that deep in thought,  sir,  or are your eyebrows simply  STUCK  like that ?   ❜   seldom does the man find himself unable to bring himself to skidding  HALT  before mouth runs ahead of mind.  this case is an exception.

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        the as of recent EX male model is as high as a kite on this particular afternoon. stumbling around the cortez lobby && giving no efforts in focusing on anything as the lines of life start to blur. turns out, underneath all of that blurriness he happened to space off with eyes directed in the way of this so called ‘ MR. MOSEBY ‘. tristan thought the guy was a complete SQUARE, almost a comical relief with the way he cared so highly in cleanliness && organization. the getup he wore said it all. but then the other man’s words SNAPPED him out of his thoughts, sending tristan’s eyes to shoot up at the others almost TOO BIG of a smile. an eyebrow cocked up && he scoffs.   “ ACTUALLY, i’m not really admiring it at all. it’s pretty stupid looking, dude. all it does is make me wanna blow my nose in it. speaking of, i think i’m catching a cold. can i use it? “   but tristan had no cold —— this was only a way to PUSH marion’s BUTTONS. 

                   R E D.  'tis the color of passion  /  of strength  /  of unadulterated ire  /  of  BLOOD.   the lives of the motivated are cyclical,  each thought  ( a glowing lightbulb,  illuminating glorious possibility ! )   leading to subsequent  ACTION  if one held enough tenacity.  those whose flames flicker with uncertainty face a third step,  one that marion considers to be optional  –––––  CONSEQUENCE.  company brandishes the symbolic shade from head to toe,  leading the elder of the two's thoughts meandering down the oft traveled path of  WAR  and  CARNAGE.  the boy's reaction kindles slight aggravation,  digits traveling upwards to adjust insulted possession   ( grin begins to wilt  –––––  there is no  CRIME  in dressing to impress ).   at behest is disbelieving  TERROR  painted across physiognomy,  eyes boring into the boy before lips are parted to deliver reply.   ❛   WH  –––––  ?!   i  .  .  .   i apologize,  but i'm afraid its purpose is not to  .  .  .   ❜   search for fitting word ensues   ( he is  NOT  sorry ).   ❛   to  CATCH  the contents of a stuffy nose.   ❜   disgust is written plainly upon lineaments in lieu of attempts made to conceal candor  –––––  does this boy have a  BRAIN  under the mess that sits atop his head ?

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mr. moseby im a big fan of ur methods B)

                     THUS SOUNDS THE HUM IN THE BACK OF WHIRRING BRAIN,  the song that sings and leaves a twisted mind full of dreams he knows well that he is capable of attaining,  goals that will  NOT  be given up.  the man runs on anticipation for the dawning of the day to change the anarchic world he knows  :     children  VERMIN  sprinting through narrow corridors,  soles of shoes imbruing once-pristine carpet with sheer filth.  the verses,  the chorus,  the bridge, are all separable in melody,  but their lyrics all ring as homogeneous  –––––  ANNIHILATION   ( oh,  the man is but a fragile insect drawn to its  BRILLIANT LAMBENCY  in the scheme of it all ).  but marion moseby is not  FRAGILE  any longer,  and telos will not destroy him.   ❛   elizabeth  ––––––   ❜   this is not a  TRAGIC HERO'S  tale,  though it will be told and retold by generations to succeed.  this is not a heartwarming story that tells of companionship and trust until its conclusion,  for he is not nearly  DENSE  enough to proceed in endeavors without caution.  NO.  his narrative will tell of  AMBITION  and  CONQUEST  and all in between.  HIS STORY.  not a soul else's.   ❛   you may as well have read my mind and voiced what you found  ;      i think we would make an  EXCELLENT TEAM.   ❜   curvature of lips  SCREAMS  insincerity,  pearly whites flashing   ( go on,  step on into the mouth of the wolf without second thought  ––––  he is more than well-aware that this may be his sole chance ).

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I WANT IT ALL. every PLANET. every STAR. the WHOLE GOD DAMNED UNIVERSE.

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                     breathtakingly elegant and ornate is the  HOTEL CORTEZ  found to be,  each inch having been scrutinized by glinting  CHARCOAL  hues   ( this is not the first time eyes have been laid upon an establishment with an exterior more than worthy of praise  –––––  the  TIPTON  is far superior ).  hands clasped behind back,  cranium is turned to discover another.   ❛   ah,  admiring the  HANKIE,  are you ?   i can't say i blame you  –––––  it's an alain figaret.   ❜   at which point a smile is plastered upon features   ( maintain the  FAÇADE,  marion ).

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           STARTER CALL. 

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                                              and all the  k i d s  cried out :    PLEASE STOP.                                               YOU’RE                    SCARING                   ME.                                                          (   i can’t help this awful energy.   )                                               goddamn right, you should be SCARED of me.                                               who  is  in     C  O  N  T  R  O  L  ––––––––––  ?