WeepyWeed0: Hi noah
MommySaysImSpeci: hey dave
WeepyWeed0: I am a massive tool it seems.
MommySaysImSpeci: how come?
WeepyWeed0: Because the horror is on earth and it is real
WeepyWeed0: Like a flower or the sun it cannot be contained
MommySaysImSpeci: it goddamn well is
WeepyWeed0: We must flee like sheeps, in trees and under rocks
WeepyWeed0: There is no alternative
MommySaysImSpeci: what about massive genocide?
WeepyWeed0: Massive genocide is the horror.
WeepyWeed0: That's what there is no alternative to
MommySaysImSpeci: right
WeepyWeed0: It will happen eventually. Hopefully we can last long enough to outthink it.
MommySaysImSpeci: absinthe helps
WeepyWeed0: Absinthe is of the horror
WeepyWeed0: It only quickens your DOOM
MommySaysImSpeci: what about the coleslaw?
MommySaysImSpeci: surely that will eventually kills us all
WeepyWeed0: Coleslaw is the mother of the scourge
WeepyWeed0: It rose out of the depths of the refridgerator
WeepyWeed0: Like a giant gaping maw it opened
MommySaysImSpeci: it molests us in our sleep
WeepyWeed0: Soon to swallow the earth.
WeepyWeed0: It torments our MINDS
WeepyWeed0: In your DREAMS noah, thats how it molests you in your sleep
MommySaysImSpeci: coleslaw is the epitome of the real life/dream dichotomy
WeepyWeed0: It knows this and haunts with it
MommySaysImSpeci: I love your eyes, but only with ketchup
MommySaysImSpeci: Your legs are like threads of cotton, though much thicker, and filled with weevils
MommySaysImSpeci: 'Lo, EUREKA,' I yelled into the cat, 'Thou art truly laborious and divergent. My nose bleeds for your impending encounter with the front fender of a Mercedes Benz.'
WeepyWeed0: The eyes of ketchup, see a thousand weevils. Only the eyes of the weevils will save us, for they can sense the doom to come and flee, harken, flee to the corn, in the corn they shall hide forever.
MommySaysImSpeci: cherry stones and rats - neither of them spill the beans about me
WeepyWeed0: Cherry stones know the truth of the weevils but are powerless; rats clutch these stones but drop them mindlessly into pits of despair.
WeepyWeed0: The stones help the weevils unearth the vinyard, the grapes graves, where secrets lie from coleslaw a thousand years rotten.
WeepyWeed0: ROTTEN from the same unescapable horror, the horror of the flowers and the sun, that escapes today.
MommySaysImSpeci: I want to shout at my vest until it's jolly good and diced.
MommySaysImSpeci: then the coleslaw will pour
MommySaysImSpeci: pour out of my tightie whiteys
WeepyWeed0: And into our graves
MommySaysImSpeci: and into our blenders of laughter
WeepyWeed0: Where it will blend with the laughter to form a new scourge, to fight the first and die to the third, of which none yet has spake.
MommySaysImSpeci: i was ravenous in the haze of a loud limb, but heaven knows i'm horribly hairy now...
WeepyWeed0: The limbs ache and sway, but nothing can quay the ravens who carry the slaw, the trees uprooted and houses tumble to the slaw.
WeepyWeed0: THE SLAW IS FUCKING UNSTOPPABLE
MommySaysImSpeci: The Hermaphrodites around the galaxy desire that you turn your rock and crochet bowl to its loudest setting have the slaw. they must be stopped
WeepyWeed0: The vest of sloth vests it not.
WeepyWeed0: The noise distracts only, lulls us into satience while the slaw listens not, heeds not the words of the prophets.
MommySaysImSpeci: the prophets=the hermaphrodites
WeepyWeed0: Naturally
WeepyWeed0: Fucking madness
WeepyWeed0: Go forth and spread the word, warn the masses of their impending doom
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WeepyWeed0: ALL IS LOST ABANDON HOPE DESPAIR
WeepyWeed0: Our very allies have turned against us
WeepyWeed0: There is naught to do but wait, inhabit the misery we have created, while the slaw creeps.
MommySaysImSpeci: no the slaw has devolved us. now humans are mere robots. robots are mere pixies.
WeepyWeed0: Pixies have hope, they flit and glow, while we grind ourselves into the same dirt our ancestors ancestors created as they rotted
WeepyWeed0: For pixies there is escape still, hidden in the forest
MommySaysImSpeci: we must arrange more than accidents because young urban pets enjoy vituat reincarnations.
WeepyWeed0: Abhorrance, widespread franic ensues, to quash the rebellion of souls before it starts.
MommySaysImSpeci: i must go and destroy pixies and hermaphrodites and stop the slaw from quashing.
MommySaysImSpeci signed off at 3:12:20 PM.