Xtinction Agenda
What was once a family entertainment turned encounter with the monstrous feminine is now tamed, taped over and enclosed, shipped safely back to shore, leaving the family unit intact. No more angry mommies. No more rebellious women. Now only sleeping harmony on the couch and a child in front of the TV.
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Shatter the fucking stars and bring the world to ruin. Leave it all yellow and grey, illuminated by unknown suns, soon to die. Release the dark horde, come what may, and sail the ships from nebula to rim, ready for harm. Our enemy: life.
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Objection. Whatever one might think of my client, he's never fed an animal its own siblings or whined to the principal about broken rules. And whatever he may have done to his friend, I ask the court to see what he has been and always will be: a sad sad love struck boy who created a pond reflecting his face all over the world.
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Behind the locked door, a punctured neck resembles a spear wound geyser, an eye that waits to be opened. It won't be long now. We are mere moments from midnight.
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The scars of the wound resembled a map, burned white-hot into flesh, a colonizing fire outlining the lost lands, where tendrils beneath the earth wait and wait and erupt into storm.
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Les Misérables hollow man stare, an impotent confession, a waking nightmare. An empty shell, qlippothic grace, a pool for man to see his face. Cool, this face. Buried it will be, without a trace. "Why don't you get a job, Al?"
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In paradise of hate, feelings shift and mutate, leaving wandering sons hurtling through space, earth shot flames dissipate, revealing child's rage, who yearns to take from noble hearts their very fate.
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The fire, negative orange in the black desert night, burns its spite, a promise. Freedom from constraint, it whispers. Freedom from these people. And a paradise of hatred.
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The Code must be maintained. Deploy bubbles. Feed. Angles. Steady. Power boxes. Feed. Cables. Steady. Feed. Now snow. Walk him away. Suffusion enacting.
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Wisdom, whether owl or sphinx, a shadow tomb, pulls black flesh to void. He kisses her hand and descends, silent, naked, alone.
info_outlineThe gloves removed hit the floor like lead, puncturing lungs, bleeding red, untold bodies left for dead. All this, despite the concussive rounds, remained unsaid, silent infrared exploding heads. The gloves removed hit the floor. The world changed forevermore.
"Roth, don't get sentimental on me, okay?"
