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 Post subject: A True Horror Story
PostPosted: Sat May 29, 2021 4:45 pm 
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I'm not certain why I'm sharing this with a bunch of strangers, but it may be just as well, as neither the police, mental health services, nor my family have been much help.

I quit playing in late December last year, because on January 5th, 2021, a date that will forever be burned into my mind, it all began, and has yet to stop. This is what happened the night my uncle died:

A call had come in from the hospital where my uncle was making a positive recovery from a recent stroke. He had suddenly gone critical, so his wife and children left immediately, while I stayed behind to look after the place and take care of the animals.

Compendium of Events

Location:
610 Avenue B N.W.
Childress, TX

Reporter:
Kirk D. McClain,
Resident

1.
- October 2020: Witnessed visual anomaly consisting of a spider interacting with numerous screw-heads. Source could not be ascertained. Anomaly would vanish upon close inspection. Anomaly projected its shadow upon the wall. Anomaly persisted and persists currently. Single witness.

2.
- November 2020: Witnessed centipede legs crawling up particular surfaces - black electrical wiring of any kind, and more rarely, any and all surfaces.

Note: Black surfaces; Spiral, interlacing, vortex shapes. As much as anything, the anomaly resembled an endless stream of unknown substance. Single witness.

3.
- December 2020:
Witnessed a chimera, the mythical creature, erupt from a hole in the garage wall. First true hallucination, dismissed as such. Single witness.

4.
- JANUARY 5, 2021:
"The Tsunami". This day will be forever burned into my mind. What happened this night would change me in every which way. Within twelve hours, I would see things too fantastic to make up. Events are sequenced chronologically:

10:45pm - Witnessed two shadows on the wall appear to converse with each other. One appeared to be a man, the other a bull. Five statuettes are seen spinning on their axis. Centipede legs are crawling across every surface. Reporter arms self with a knife.

Compendium of Events 2

Tsunami Cont. :
Witnessed a dust bunny pushing an injured piece of wire across the floor. Pieces of grass and bits of rubbish along the floor grew legs and began to walk about. Very small white centipedes crawl through floor grooves.

23:00pm - Witnessed the head of Medusa appear and animate from the flooring in front of hall closet. Some snakes were moving toward the closet, others toward reporter. Because the flooring was already destroyed, I took no issue hacking away at it with a knife. If there were a hint of comedy in this story, this is it. Dismembered numerous snake heads, witnessed two lion-type cats volunteer my side and attack the anomaly.
Image of Satan appears in the bare wood, scowling. Vision is goaded and taunted verbally and through gesture.
I didn't fear it, but that was about to change.

2:20am -
Witnessed a large red arm gracefully petting a black sheep after opening the garage door. Grabbed everything useful in reach, exited the house, and strafed in a wide circle away from the entity, slinking back into the alley across the road, chucking the knife in a dumpster.

2:30am -
Running through the street lights to a friend's, I trip across a pothole in the street. Looking down, three goat's heads adorn the hole. No further inspection.

Compendium of Events 3

Tsunami Cont.

2:35am -
I arrive at my friend's, inform them of my situation, taking a seat. They listen, and return to bed, allowing me to stay. I sat for less than 5 minutes, when the porcelain-white torso of Satan rounds the corner of a dark hole and fixes its bright-green eyes on me. I stare back. I stare as long as it does. It takes offense, turns to converse with a bearded human to its left, transforming instantaneously from demon to bull as it does. A third creature appears with them, and I get up to inspect closer. The third creature bore a metallic helm, nose end an open hole, and had 5 lights where its face should be.
I sat back down, and Satan resumed its gaze on me. I stared back in defiance. The room filled with bright light. Where there was once a single gas line running into the hole, there were now two, and had been configured to direct fumes directly into the mouth of the bright eyes entity. Satan broke his gaze and turned to the man beside him. I ran out the front door.
I glanced at the outer wall, figuring it may be friends pranking. No such luck. I ran across the highway to Allsup's to piss. I tried to buy cigarettes, but despite grey hair and a UK citizenship, blind jobsworth says no. The next shop clerk sold a pack of Malboro reds to a man who was being pursued by the Devil himself. He would never know any different, and neither that moments later, Satan would walk down his alley, seen as I paused and glanced

Compendium of Events 4

- 2:35am Cont.

..over my right shoulder. Two sets of glowing white orbs are seen bobbing in step toward me. I turn and run, confident I wasn't seen. Across the street, in front of the post office, I breathe and glance around the corner. Nothing. I run again, east, along the highway.

6.
The Trek - 3:30am
I had lost them, now to stay lost. I walked from one end of town to the other until I couldn't anymore. I could not return home, or go to my grandmother's home, due to an aerial anomaly which had been tracing my movents up and down the town.

- 5:55am
Waiting for Pilot to open so I can sit and rest proved useless, as mask nazis were already at the door. I huffed, grabbing a few large stones from the lot, and put them in the Allsup's sack. I felt no better. I smoked and loitered a minute, watching the aerial anomaly pull toward me on its own path. I resume walking, down the highway, eyes glued to every white light in the shadows. Right at Sonic, down 83. I knew it was coming. I was right all along, and have been since..

Compendium of Events 5

7.
The Encounter - 6:15am
Traffic is picking up, sun isn't far. The world will be alive soon, and the day is reset, this I thought with increasing confidence as I approached avenue C. Looking west across the open field, an aerial object hung in the dark sky at around 2,000ft, another some height above it, the one which had been tracing me along the highway. I saw it coming, and then, there it was. A large pair of glowing white eyes break over the ditch at the intersection, not 40 yards from me. I immediately turn and bolt. No fucking way. I can't outrun it. Where am I going to go? I remember panic and terror. Because curiosity kills everyone, I glance over my shoulder to see a new, white SUV pulling up to the T. It sat, and sat, and I was thankful. Confused, but it turned right and rolled slowly past me. It would be my bet that the driver had just seen something unusual, and then a man running down the road. Perhaps it was luck, maybe destiny, but the laundromat just ahead of me was open. Through the doors, I dart toward the back looking for weapons and hiding places. Neither. Using my narrow frame to my advantage, I peer in its direction from a far right window frame. I watch it bound into the street light, now fully visible from 15 yards. The entity is easily 9' tall, fully animate and aware, its skin a monochrome grey from horn to hoof. Human from skull to spinal column, bovine from pelvis to cloven foot. Its musculature was massive, flawless, ..

Compendium of Events 6

The Encounter Cont.

- 6:15am
..with arms that could tear steel apart. No genitals or associated anatomy. No wings, bat-like posterior. Full adult bull horns erupted from each side of its head. Silent. It leapt over the fence a few feet away, taking up post in the shadow its corner provided. I don't know what came over me, but I went to the door, opened it, and looked directly at it. I had made no noise, and was just behind its forward sight. It hadn't noticed me just feet away, though patrolling fervently to and fro for my frame. I ducked below the windows and held up in the corner, closing the distance between us, but safely out of sight. The manager came out and took inventory of the suspicious man behaving strangely in his lobby. I reluctantly, carefully told him I was being pursued, and might need police. He declined, and went to the front door to take a look. My breath hung in my chest when he opened the door, eyes fixated to the right. Fight or flight landed solidly on fight. Nowhere left to run from the true monster and the idiot I am sure is about to give me up. I hear nothing, I feel nothing but terror and resolve to face what I fully expect to smash through the glass and steel at any moment. I'm sure an endless stream of obscenities crossed my tongue. I peek in its direction, very carefully. I regret it. Directly across the road in the lot, another entity passes under the light, moving toward the scene. From 80 yards, I could see

Cont..

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 Post subject: Re: A True Horror Story
PostPosted: Sat May 29, 2021 4:52 pm 
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Compendium of Events 7

The Encounter Cont.

..the unnatural form of a woman's torso held aloft by the body of a centipede. It saw me, paused and stood at attention. The top of its head came halfway up the light pole. Tall? No. Long? 20-30'? Its human side a fair-skinned, black-haired abomination, four eyes atop a mouth equipped for decimating reality. A new level of fear wrought its way into my gut, the sight of this thing stinging my brain. I withdraw and try to breathe slowly. The sound of 8+ cylinders and the smell of diesel rode in the cavalry on a green extended cab, chevy or dodge, late 90's to early 00's. The following is a detail noted as factually and intentionally misrepresentative by inclusion and exclusion - its purpose is to deceive anyone it will. It can do nothing else: A single capital letter spelled out a conclusion either illusory by weight of its own gravity, too incredible to be true, or even a slice of somewhere unobligated to make sense. I'm getting there. Or, a forced conclusion at its most calculated, such was the big white D covering the rear driver's, the last I saw of them. Last I saw, but heard familiar sounds associated with large animals being loaded into a trailer. A few bulls got out, and this is likely what you saw. Rationality takes a seat way in the back when a knock comes from behind me. Another, a little closer. The next misses my ribs, and I shift carefully forward. OK. It knows everything I wish it didn't, and it's toying with me..

Compendium of Events 8

The Encounter Cont.

..but, is it going to knuckle up or get little brother to rescue him from an embarrassing frame? Just like that, it was over. I slumped against the coke machine, and fell asleep with the dawn on my heels. Single witness.

January 6, 2021:
13:00 -
I wake up to the sound of people doing laundry and chatting indiscernably. I crack my eyes, but don't move. They're drawn to a peculiar reflection seen in a woman's handbag a few feet away. I stare at it restlessly, and the vision comes at its own direction:

- 13:03
Witnessed human female in light green attire apparently performing some kind of checkpoint or processing of other human figures passing by. She motions for me to approach. Curious, but not as striking as the black cobra standing next to her, eyes and all fixed on my sorry frame. I never knew the purpose, but the snake held up human hands to form an empty triangle. Its left hand seemed to inhabit both the dimension shared with the woman, and this one. The bag was soon retrieved by its owner. Single witness.

13:30 -
Faceless human is witnessed trapped and trying to exit a dryer in front of me.

13:50 -
Sitting in a chair next to windows facing west across the open field, I bask in the warm sunlight. I open my eyes to see clouds pouring in from the south. It wasn't long before a single, large cloud broke off, took on an oval shape, fashioned an enormous goat's head across its dorsal hull, and came floating directly..

Compendium of Events 9

..toward the building. I sighed deeply out of exhaustion and boredom. This cycle of demon-cloud formation went on for almost an hour, giving way to the grand finale:

- 14:40
The clouds to the west rocketed high into the atmosphere, broke apart into two gargantuan arms bearing hands that enveloped the sun's orb. It played with the sun, knocking it across the sky and pulling it back again. I could watch, but carefully. It would pinch the orb, releasing brilliant yellow and purple. Single witness.

A friend had entered the laundromat unbeknownst to me, as I sat fixated on the sky. We left together around 15:30, and I returned home.

Compendium of Events 10

- January 2021
Witnessed shifting woodgrain on a particular piece of wood just above the shower, which displayed sexually explicit imagery between demons, or non-humans, and humans. At first, the images would alter with time, and out of sheer curiosity, I asked if I could see something easier to digest. Saving the details, I asked to see something within my taste for such material. Somehow both surprised and not at all, the woodgrain shifted about to display just what was requested. It was here that I learned much about that with which I was dealing. First, it was interested in me, for whatever reason, and during this period, I saw it in numerous places about the house. I had long conversations with it, one-sided, as it never spoke. Or, I think I was simply unable to hear it, where at times, I could see its mouth moving in such a way. I never assumed it was a friend, but I did talk to it as you would anyone else. Like you would talk to a pet. Second, it had an obvious personality. It could be in a fair mood, and seemed to have fun playing harmless pranks. Just as the time I was observing the "porn wall", it took it upon itself to display me performing fellatio on a demon. I chuckled, gave it the finger and walked away. It does tend to retaliate against perceived offenses, raising the bar a little higher each time. The first time I encountered it, I had insulted it plenty, annoyed that it was only adding to this messed up evening.

Compendium of Events 11

I did so much so that by the end of it, I was facing down the full-bodied creature, intimidating in ways I'd never felt. Single witness.

January 2021:

Witnessed very small pairs of eyes peering out of most dark areas, such as holes in the walls, etc. Frequently seeing them in the hall closet. Always bright green, like little lights. The entity itself often appears in the top corner of the ceiling in my cousin's room. I've had many lengthy one-sided conversations with it. My cousin, Margaret, also spoke to it, saying she could hear it speak, asking how many children she had. Eric said he could not see or hear anything, but appeared highly apprehensive of partaking at all. Two witnesses.

February 2021:

Began witnessing tiny humans and creatures meandering around my artwork as I worked on them. I would place the edge of a piece of paper on their path, responding by stopping, or plowing forward, pushing back against the paper. Single witness.

February 2021: Began recording events as they happened with some success. Entity appears to have some control over this device, as some of the more interesting clips have been altered. Multiple witnesses.

February 2021: Entity begins altering my drawings, adding things I never would include. It is vindictive and childish at times, seeming to use any method necessary to strike out. One noteable event was an illustration I made simply erase itself as I held it in my hands. Amazing piece. Single witness.

Compendium of Events 12

February 2021: First time witnessing flameless/odorless/sourceless smoke. Emanating from a lamp with green bulbs. I drew Eric's attention, but no source located. Two witnesses

March 2021: Witnessed 6" piece of rope attempt to push and pull a black phone charging cable around the kitchen floor. Anomaly went on until it was recorded and removed. Rope began to crawl toward me when placed on the table. Single witness.

March 2021:

The Confirmation -
None of the things previously mentioned could quite bring me to believe that something extraordinary was happening to me - until it did:

Sat drawing one morning, I glanced to my right to see a decorative plate, leaned against the shelf wall, start to spin in place. Not fast, but obvious. Hallucinating. I hold up my finger, and press the nail against the plate's edge. Scraping. Ok. I notice it looks to be enveloped by a sort of static, like looking at an old TV. I raise my hand again, and grab it with my whole hand. It continues to try and spin as I pull it forcefully out of place, like it's tethered by some invisible leash. Whatever, I broke it. I sit, baffled, plate in hand. My right arm goes numb, fingertip to breastbone, my right ankle is red and swollen, hurts. A bag of clothes in front of me starts to breathe. I'm sure I'm as dumbfounded as I look, reaching out to grab it as well. I let go. It has a heartbeat. Jumping back in my chair, I get up and leave the room. Single witness.

Compendium of Events 13

March 2021:

Witnessed closet doors violently shake, top to bottom, when all lights were turned out. Shaking stopped as lights were turned on.

Witnessed sourceless smoke while sitting in the living room. I blow in its direction, and does not behave accordingly. Later that day, witnessed it emanating from a certain family member, name withheld, who had no business smoking at their age. I drew the line. This is all I can take. I have to get out of here, and someone has to help me understand what is happening to me...

...Much, much more has happened since this last entry I'd made in my phone's notepad. It's only gotten stranger, more fantastic, and quite difficult to understand and comprehend. There is no gotcha moment coming, and every word is true, with absolutely no need for embellisment.

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 Post subject: Re: A True Horror Story
PostPosted: Sat May 29, 2021 11:12 pm 
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Have you ever done hallucinogens?

Get your house checked for carbon monoxide.

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 Post subject: Re: A True Horror Story
PostPosted: Sat May 29, 2021 11:44 pm 
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Kazen wrote:
Have you ever done hallucinogens?

Get your house checked for carbon monoxide.


I drink vodka and smoke weed. If it were carbon monoxide, then I am actually dead over months of exposure.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=DX4fXVBWQE4

The 3 orbs do not belong, and you can see some kind of undulating aura about them. Taken at the aforementioned address, looking out into the street.

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 Post subject: Re: A True Horror Story
PostPosted: Sun May 30, 2021 3:43 am 
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I feel like an ass for saying this cause I believe it to be a serious issue but you hit the nail on the head of a hallucinogenic schizophrenia episode, not saying that’s what’s going on but give it a check to be safe (Visual hallucinations in schizophrenia have a predominance of denatured people, parts of bodies, unidentifiable things and superimposed things. Overall, one gains the impression that the schizophrenic's visual world has a surrealist fairy tale flavor, populated with things that do not exist in the real world and people who appear in a symbolic, fragmentary or attenuated form.)

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To add, especially if you are mid20 to early 30s, I’d have a chat with a specialist before you burn out. Shit happens.

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Saltymelon wrote:
I feel like an ass for saying this cause I believe it to be a serious issue but you hit the nail on the head of a hallucinogenic schizophrenia episode, not saying that’s what’s going on but give it a check to be safe.


I had moved to a nearby town, Memphis, with my cousin, her husband and 3 children, to look for work. I’d been relegated to the bottom bunk of their 12 year old daughter, as there were no other beds or couches available. I did find a job after a few weeks, but that’s another story. The high strangeness began immediately:

- A circular shaped hole, the size of your fist,
appeared in the plastic blinds overnight. As days went by, black burn marks formed around its edges. No source or reason was ever found.

- Old air conditioners had been stacked up outside her window, for what seemed like an obvious, sinister purpose. I destroyed it all, only to uncover 3 tiny graves against the house. I was told they were dead cats. No reason was given about the AC units. Dead cats were also buried up against the house of my aunt, courtesy of my cousin’s brother. A fourth dead cat was “discovered” in their cellar, just as the one brought in by my lunatic cousin back in my hometown, where he insisted on keeping it, claiming it was his "bloodline". I had to secretly dispose of it.

- Inside Sadie’s room, there’s a huge black stain on the wooden flooring, as if something had died and rotted there in the corner.

- In order to stop cold air from coming in through the bedroom window, I had put 3 shopping bags in the crevice between the inner and outer windows. I came home one afternoon to find they had been arranged perfectly to depict 3 children in a chain of inappropriate acts. I removed them, scrambled them, then put them back. I sat down to draw, and moments later, looked again to see they were re-arranged to show someone being shot, crumpled in a corner. Again, I reset them. Sadie came home from school, and fell asleep in a chair there in the room. I continued drawing, and glanced once more at the window, which now showed us as we were currently sitting in the room. Out of nowhere, I began to speak and sing in some Native American language, crying as I did so. Something very unusual happened in that room that day.

- As I was leaving for work one morning, the living room TV switched on by itself, showing some animated kid’s show, with characters dancing around a prominent THANK YOU! message.

- I cleaned Sadie’s room every day, and she was in the habit of coming home from school and throwing trash on the floor. I had gotten particularly cross with her one evening, and she sat down in her chair, falling asleep rather quickly. I was sat down writing or drawing as usual, when I noticed a shadow outside her window. I stood up to investigate, and when I got close, something hit me in the face, through the window, without damaging it.

- Headed to the fridge one day, I noticed someone had painted 3 bodies on the wood framing next to it. They were suspended by their hands, as if in bondage. Very disturbing. I asked the kids which one of them painted on the wall, and all 3 of them blamed the next.

..and, my right arm is still numb, 3 months later.

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None of the details here are remotely coherent. Still more interesting then logging in today.

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Doc1FT wrote:
None of the details here are remotely coherent. Still more interesting then logging in today.


Two short weeks ago, I walked away from a mental hospital in Wichita Falls, some 30 miles to a truck stop where I slept for 2 days. I had been inducted the previous night, where I had seen creatures exiting some sort of vehicle and begin to scale the brick walls outside up to the roof. "There's nothing out there!", she insisted. I digressed, but when I asked her about the woman in an old-style white nurses' uniform poking her head 'round the door a few feet away, her eyes went wide.

I'd volunteered my discharge due to numerous wedge-shaped scars in the flooring, like, you know, someone had stabbed someone to death right under my feet.

But, it was mostly due to the impressionistic mural which hung in the common area, both beautiful and terrifying. Besides lacking a signature, it displayed every event which led me to where I was currently standing. From top left to bottom right, a sequence of events with which I was quite familiar, except the far bottom right: First, a Mexican whom I'd just met the previous night, who was holding a gun in my face, the black young man attending duties there at the hospital, and finally, the obvious face of pre-societal humans.

When I asked where the painting came from, the young lady said she was unsure, that it had been there a long time.

See, the night before, I was again at my lunatic cousin's, having nowhere else to go, the rest of my family inexplicably turned their backs on me. If you asked me what I did, I truly could not say because they simply would not themselves.

Just after sundown that night, I had walked across the street to an acquaintance's house, opened the door to leave, and a large, holographic-looking fox was staring right at the doorway. I shut it, and return inside. My buddy is highly annoyed, because they'd laid down with a headache. He jumped up, threw the front door open, and shouted at me to stop bothering him. The fox was still standing there.

He shut the door behind me, and all I could do was stand there, frozen. I looked around, and I wish I hadn't. High up in the tree a dozen yards away, within the branches sat something... unnatural. I returned my eyes forward to see the fox fade away, while illuminated footprints trailed one by one away from it.

I looked back at my cousin's house, and I knew I should not go back. The way it looked in the twilight, that yellow light from the kitchen window, the pale blue siding as white mixed with dusk. It was no less than the box art from a 90's horror flick. I ran back.

Through the garage and into the back door, I began to arm myself. I'd been carrying a 14" iron file with a 4" sharpened tip for a while, also setting up a wall of large, counter-clockwise spirals pointed directly at Eric's bedroom door, just inside. A Mexican I'd never met before was sitting in his room, looking like he'd just done about 20 years in prison.

And then it began.

THUD, THUD, THUD.

Something was on the roof. Something heavy. Something huge. I knew what it was. I didn't have to see it. The little jack russel terrier was going berzerk in the front yard as I stood halfway in and out of the back door, ready to run in either direction. There would be no running this time. There would be a fight.

The dog stopped barking as she lay on the ground ahead of me, suddenly munching on something. Fuck. I called out to her multiple times, but she didn't even turn her head.

I stepped back inside, a few feet behind the spirals. I yelled for Eric, but got no reply. The Mexican stepped out of his room, and stopped just short of the spiral's paths. "You're going to let me die?", he said, grinning from ear to ear. I had no idea what he meant, but I picked up a long, sharp piece of wood and held it to his face. He kept reaching in his pocket, and I demanded he keep his hands out.

The tension broke, and he returned to his seat in the room. I would see no more of him. He called someone on the phone, asking for assistance. I grabbed an old, heavy brass clothing rack and used its circular shape as a shield. The lower shaft of this thing a good 3', and was actually a brilliant defensive item. I would need it.

File and spear in my right hand, shield on the left, I turn and look toward the kitchen, where every cat in the house sat staring at a single point on the nearby wall. The calico turned and looked at me, its eyes an unnatural neon blue.

Pacing toward the kitchen, the cats scatter toward the adjacent living room. Into the kitchen, I hover about a moment, peering into the next room. The calico is lying prone on its back in the middle of the floor, the dog in the chair in the same position.

Something pushes on the end of the brass shaft. Startled, I jump back. It happens again, this time making a circular motion. I push back, strafing. Something is here, and I cannot see it. Paranoia and adrenaline hit maximum, and I pace backward toward the living room. I stamp on the floor, and the animals awaken.

Into the room, the brass shaft is knocked violently to the left, but I catch its momentum and return it hard to the right and back again, spear lodged between the brass spokes. The commotion rouses my sleeping aunt, who demands to know what the hell I'm up to. I beg her to call the police, but she insists I'm playing games. I feel pain in my right thigh, and then the sensation of the iron file being prised from my hand.

I drop my right knee on it, and hold on for dear life. "You're not getting it!!" I jerk backward and stand up again, weapon still in hand. I repeated my plea to call the cops, which finally sank in.

The police arrive, and it all comes to a close. At the station, I look at my aching thigh to find a bite mark the size of a shark. There's no blood or lacerations, like whatever did it had really dull teeth. As time went on and it faded, the only thing that remained were two fang marks, each 3/4" wide and 2" apart.

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I'm now convinced this is some sort of writing prompt. If that's not the case, I apologize and urge you to seek mental evaluation.

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