ɹɐɟ sıɥʇ ʇı ǝpɐɯ
ɹɐɟ sıɥʇ ʇı ǝpɐɯ
pıʞ 'ɹɐɟ sıɥʇ ʇı ǝpɐɯ ǝʌ,ǝʍ 'ʍouʞ ı ʇnq
ǝuoןɐ ɯ,ı ʇɐɥʇ ɯɐǝɹɔs ןןıʍ sʍopɐɥs
ʇɐoɹɥʇ ʎɯ ǝʌoqɐ puɐ ǝɔɐɟ ʎɯ puıɥǝq sɹɐʍ ʎɯ buıbɐʍ
ʍouʞ ı ǝuo ʎןuo ǝɥʇ ı ɯɐ
ǝuoʇɹǝpun ןnɟǝdoɥ ɐ sɐɥ ǝɟıן ʇɐɥʇ ʍouʞ puɐ uǝzoɹɟ ʇı dǝǝʞ puɐ
ʇı pןoɥ puɐ ʇuǝɯoɯ ɐ ǝʞɐʇ pןnoɥs ǝʍ ʇɐɥʇ ʎɐs ןןıʍ ı puɐ
ǝuoןɐ pǝʎɐןd ʇou sı ǝɯɐb ǝɥʇ 'ǝpɐɯ sɐɥ uıɐɹq ɹno uıɐd ǝɥʇ ןןɐ ɯoɹɟ
ʎɐʍɐ ʞɐǝɹq oʇ ʎɐp ɐ ǝʞɐʇ pןnoɥs ǝʍ ʇɐɥʇ ʎɐs ןןıʍ ı puɐ
ǝuoʇɹǝpun ןnɟǝdoɥ ɐ sɐɥ ǝɟıן ʇɐɥʇ ʍouʞ puɐ uǝzoɹɟ ʇı dǝǝʞ puɐ
ʇı pןoɥ puɐ ʇuǝɯoɯ ɐ ǝʞɐʇ pןnoɥs ǝʍ ʇɐɥʇ ʎɐs ןןıʍ ı puɐ
ǝuoןɐ pǝʎɐןd ʇou sı ǝɯɐb ǝɥʇ 'ǝpɐɯ sɐɥ uıɐɹq ɹno uıɐd ǝɥʇ ןןɐ ɯoɹɟ
ʎɐʍɐ ʞɐǝɹq oʇ ʎɐp ɐ ǝʞɐʇ pןnoɥs ǝʍ ʇɐɥʇ ʎɐs ןןıʍ ı puɐ
pıʞ 'ɹɐɟ sıɥʇ ʇı ǝpɐɯ ǝʌ,ǝʍ 'ʍouʞ ı ʇnq
ǝuoןɐ ɯ,ı ʇɐɥʇ ɯɐǝɹɔs ןןıʍ sʍopɐɥs
ʇɐoɹɥʇ ʎɯ ǝʌoqɐ puɐ ǝɔɐɟ ʎɯ puıɥǝq sɹɐʍ ʎɯ buıbɐʍ
ʍouʞ ı ǝuo ʎןuo ǝɥʇ ı ɯɐ
puıɯ ɹnoʎ ןןıʞ ɐʇʇob noʎ ǝʌıןɐ ʎɐʇs oʇ sǝɯıʇǝɯos ǝsnɐɔ,
puıɟ uɐɔ ı suodɐǝʍ ʇɐɥʍ ǝןqɯǝssɐ oʇ uıbǝq ı
uıʍ uoıן ǝɥʇ ʇǝן uɐɔ ı ɹo 'ʇɥbıɟ uɐɔ ı ʇɐɥʇ ʍouʞ ı puɐ
uıɥɔ ɹıǝɥʇ uʍop buıuunɹ pooןq 'ǝɯ ʇɐǝ oʇ buıʎɹʇ ǝɹ,ʎǝɥʇ
suoıן pǝzɐɹɔ ןɐpıɔıns 'sǝʌɐʍ ןɐpıʇ ɟo ןןnɟ
puɐןsı ʇuǝןoıʌ ɐ ɥɔns sɐʍ ʇı ʍouʞ ʇou pıp ı
puıɟ pןnoɔ puıɯ ʎɯ puɐן ʎןuo ǝɥʇ sı sıɥʇ pǝʞɔǝɹʍ-dıɥs puıɯ ʎɯ
ǝɔuǝןoıʌ ɟo spuɐןsı ǝɹɐ spıןǝʎǝ ʎɯ puıɥǝq
ʇuǝןoıʌ-uou ʞooן sʇuǝʇuoɔ xoq s,ɐɹopuɐd sǝʞɐɯ ʇɐɥʇ
sʇuǝʇuoɔ ʞɔɐq s,pןoɥ ʇɐɥʇ ɹoop ɐ sı ʇı ʍoɥ puɐ
pɐǝɥǝɹoɟ ʎɯ ʇnoqɐ ןןɐ s,ʇı 'ʇǝbɹoɟ ʇ,uoʍ noʎ buıɥʇǝɯos
ʇıɐɹʇɹod ǝɹnʇɔıd ןɐʇuǝɯ ɐ ʇuıɐd ǝɯ ʇǝן ǝsɐǝןd 'ǝɯɐɹɟ ǝzǝǝɹɟ
sǝǝɹʇ uʍop ʇuɹnq uo buıʇsɐǝɟ ʇsɐǝq ʇןnɔıɟɟıp ɐ
ǝɯ ʇuǝɹǝɟɟıp ɐ s,ʇı 'ǝɥɔʎsd ʎɯ uı buıʍoɹb s,ʇɐɥʍ ʇou ǝɹɐ
suǝpɹɐb uǝǝɹb noʎ buıןןǝʇ puɐ buıןןǝʎ ɹoɟ ǝɯ 'uopɹɐd
ɯǝǝs ı sɐ ǝuıɟ sɐ ʇou ɯɐ ı
ɥɐǝʎ ɥɐǝʎ ɥɐǝʎ
pıʞ 'ɹɐɟ sıɥʇ ʇı ǝpɐɯ ǝʌ,ǝʍ 'ʍouʞ ı ʇnq
ǝuoןɐ ɯ,ı ʇɐɥʇ ɯɐǝɹɔs ןןıʍ sʍopɐɥs
ʇɐoɹɥʇ ʎɯ ǝʌoqɐ puɐ ǝɔɐɟ ʎɯ puıɥǝq sɹɐʍ ʎɯ buıbɐʍ
ʍouʞ ı ǝuo ʎןuo ǝɥʇ ı ɯɐ
pɐǝɥ ʎɯ uı ǝuıɐɹbıɯ ǝɥʇ uɐɥʇ ɹǝʇʇǝq sɯǝǝs ɥʇɐǝp sǝɯıʇǝɯos puɐ
pɐǝp ɯ,ı uǝɥʍ dǝǝןs ןן,ı ssǝnb ı dǝǝןs ǝɯ ʇǝן ʇou ןןıʍ ʇı
ʞɔoןɔ ǝɥʇ sǝʇɐɥ ʇsnظ ɹǝʇıɹʍ ʎɯ ʞɔoןq s,ɹǝʇıɹʍ ǝʌɐɥ ʇou op ı
sʇɥbnoɥʇ buıssǝɹdǝp ʎɯ ʎq ʇsǝq pǝʇuǝsǝɹdǝɹ s,ʇɐɥʇ
ɹǝuıɯɐxǝ ssǝןɥʇnɹ ɐ ʎq pǝʇsǝʇ buıǝq
ʇsǝʇ ssǝןǝsuǝɟǝp ɐ uı pǝpuǝdsns ǝɯ s,ʇı
ǝsuǝdsns uı buıpuǝɟǝp ǝɯ s,ʇı
sʇuǝsǝɹdǝɹ ǝɥɔɐpɐǝɥ ǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʍ pıɐs ǝq ʇı ʇǝן
pɐǝɥ ʎɯ uı ǝuıɐɹbıɯ ǝɥʇ uɐɥʇ ɹǝʇʇǝq sɯǝǝs ɥʇɐǝp sǝɯıʇǝɯos
pǝq ʎɯ ʎq sǝbpǝן ǝɥʇ ɹo ɹǝɥʇɐǝʍ ǝɥʇ s,ʇı ɹǝɥʇǝɥʍ
ǝןzzıɹp ʇɥbıןs ɐ puɐ ʍous 'spnoןɔ 'sɯɹoʇsɹǝpunɥʇ
ןɐɯsıp os ɯǝǝs sʎɐʍןɐ ʎǝɥʇ ʎɥʍ ʍouʞ ʇ,uop ı
sʎɐp ǝpıɔıns ʎɯ ǝɹɐ sʎɐpuns ǝsnɐɔ,
sʎɐpuns uɐɥʇ ɹǝʇʇǝq ǝq sʎɐʍןɐ ןןıʍ sʎɐpıɹɟ ǝsnɐɔ ʎɐpıɹɟ s,ʇı pob ʞuɐɥʇ
sʎɐʍǝpıs puɐ 'uʍop 'dn ɯoɹɟ ǝbuɐɹ ןןıʍ uıɐd ʎɯ puɐ
ǝuıɐɹbıɯ ɐ ʇob ǝʌ,ı ı-ı-ı
ǝuoןɐ ɯ,ı ʇɐɥʇ ɯɐǝɹɔs ןןıʍ sʍopɐɥs
ʇɐoɹɥʇ ʎɯ ǝʌoqɐ puɐ ǝɔɐɟ ʎɯ puıɥǝq sɹɐʍ ʎɯ buıbɐʍ
ʍouʞ ı ǝuo ʎןuo ǝɥʇ ı ɯɐ
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Ghostensive Counself
A user interface to a user interface to itself !i we too are spectators to||oʇ sɹoʇɐʇɔǝds ǝɹɐ ooʇ ǝʍ ǝɥɔʎsd sןןɐ-ɔ ʇ\ı ǝɹʇɔǝds ǝɥʇ||the spectre i/t c-alls psyche converts of the sectator||ɹoʇɐʇɔǝs ǝɥʇ ɟo sʇɹǝʌuoɔ ɟןǝs pǝןןɐɔ-ʇɐǝsuoɔ ɹoʇɔɐ-ɹɐɥɔ||char-actor conseat-called self to be is to see inside||ǝpısuı ǝǝs oʇ sı ǝq oʇ pǝɹıɟ ǝןɐnboɹnǝu ǝsuǝs\ǝʞɐɯ oʇ||to make/sense neuroquale fired as/in…
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❛ why do you hunt monsters? ❜
ANSWER: ACTUALLY, YOU’RE ON THE MONSTERS SIDE.
here's a sad story: once upon a time, you were an angel, and all you knew was how to sing. you sang and sang and sang and never got tired. then, when they sent you to earth, here's the thing, they didn't prepare you, nothing could have prepared you. when the count drowned you in his opal bathtub, all you could see was the chandelier swinging above you -- you hoped the lights would fall, you hoped it would crush him -- and you realized, oh, so this is it, this is what it is to hate something. you were never the same after that but the angels kicked you out (you were sullen, you were changed, and how dare somebody act different? only they don't know what you know, they haven't seen the things you've seen, they don't know what water tastes like when it's burning your nostrils and bubbling in your throat) and before they could kick you out for real you just left. fuck it. fuck it. you are a demon and this is your last shot. you've got to make it here. got to. because heaven and earth have eaten you -- there's nothing left for you there. but if you can own hell, you can prove what you always knew. that you deserved better. that you deserved everything. you're on the monsters' side because heroes have never been there when you needed them, and if they're going to think you're a villain anyway, you might as well act the part. they wanted a villain and they created one!
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