'Twas that time again. Them coming on up, crawling and squeaking and squeezing the life out of me. Airbags of psychotic winds mastering their way into our blue lungs in a far-fetched frenzied distortion that breaks the air. Flirting with disaster I caught a cough unsimilar to a browsing passing desire to stop the fleeting glimpse of memories begone. Step aside reddish creatures with your eyes full of cold logic 'cause I'm the King in this castle and this life - it is nothing but a dream of bytes and bits and sights and sounds andmore.
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