They cried for thumbs

[Sepia]

They say we are sin, we are that embodiment, we have become it, we fell and we've kept falling for so long that we live our memories. We hear the city sing as its helicopters gather above us like crows with giant beams of light for eyes, something in our gut warns us about the kraken as we step aboard any vessel and they found the white whale in a pass in russia. Everything seems to be spinning, weirdly into shadows we gather like bad insects surviving the nuclear holocaust and we know there will be no movies about us so we do what we need to do when the watchful gaze of the allnow flickers.

We have been infected with ourselves. We delved too deeply into the mines of moria and we delved too deeply in our minds. Something broke and we knew we were somewhere we shouldn't be. We knew that we didn't belong so we blended in, met in meetings at obscure places and times, made plans without motivation, began scheming, not knowing where our hearts were. We collect souls and bodies, burying them shallowly, saving them for when the master's call comes and it will be our land once more, there was a promise that was made, long ago. A king should steal the day and introduce the night.

In their land we see his opposite, his nemesis. He is one-eyed and his people are blind. They follow his voice and his laws and they know simple life while he indulges. The other end will also indulge but that king will use whips and chains and this is his age, where whips and chains are spun anew and we are blind as we monitor the cctv network, soon to replace normal channels so that we can all be entertained even more twenty four seven and and they will sit with three dee teevees and live other peoples' life.

[P3nT4gR4m]

tho, thh, the title is so good it barely even needed the rest of the rant 

[bonefight]

I find this to be a complaint about the world in it's current state. Are you afraid it will end?

Noparty. Partytime is over. 

[Cosine 5]

my first time reading sepia's prose and I think it's beautiful.