Backwards ass empire there.
We're not well.
Don't be so modest.
OK then.
We are incurably diseased. Most here are malformed and disturbingly subnormal. We're almost exclusively mentally deficient in some way and we laugh about it. About everything.
And it's quite catching. You're probably already riddled and there is no cure.
Sleep well. Eoc is watching you so he'll let us know if you do.
I still see their faces when I try to sleep sometimes. It's like a wax museum in Tucson or some other part of Tarnation. They're all flowey and beaded with rust colored moisture running down the walls they're crudely nailed to. I know this is when HE'S away and... collecting more for his walls. I never should have let myself wander here the first time... that was a mistake. It's like my soul has an open sore that I keep picking at by coming here against my waking, conscious will and all sensibility. I think it's the faces. They're dragging me back here whenever he's out "getting the groceries" to SEE and DESPAIR for them. To remember that THIS happened to them. All those GRINs hung up like crooked family portraits or... award certificates for.. OH FUCK, coming BACK!!
And he's hungry... you can tell by the giggling... the WAY he does it all sharp. Like the sound of a chopping machine all tweaked out on adrenochrome and ready to dance. Gotta go! If I stay
