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spookytwigg · 11 years
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Record infestations in local area.
It's too hard. These last three weeks I've been breaking my back, bending beyond shattering point, but I get no further. The rats just refuse to learn the lines, they won't even stand in the right places. I won't even mention the damn hamsters. I don't think my production of "the rodent of venice" will ever be complete.
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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Recent reports suggest a rise in heat related deaths this year.
The night's are slowly getting longer, I hate the early curfews, mother says its time for bed. Damn that big yellow face, sitting in its washed out night. Lurking, waiting. Thinks it will have us round for dinner but we hate it. Certainly won't be invited to my tea party.
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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Are we looking at further economic disaster?
I'm waiting for the end. I've seen all the signs. 15 people on a row on blue during the half moon, a 7 foot tall man eating a crab, a 4 foot tall woman drinking hot chocolate.
Prepare yourselves! The end will be swift and merciless.
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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Exclusive interview!
Conversations are hard. I try to concentrate, but all I can think of is throwing my drink at people, screaming until they shut up or just ramming a fork into my eye.
I don't think the other person would really notice.
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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The clouds are perfect for stargazing tonight
I feel a great tug on my being, pulling from beyond the moon. I know what's calling me. Tentacles for arms and treetrunklike legs, a head like a gelatinous corpse horseand a flabby sack of torso, covered in scales of hideous hues. It sends its messages straight to my mind.
Wake from death for dinner at 8, You find yourself forever late.
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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Health and safety gone mad?
Why is everything so filthy? Layers of grease on heaped garbage piles. Each breath an eruption of germs, a further desecration of the air.
I'm covered from head to toe but I can still smell the defiled scent of the world through my surgical mask.
Do I hide in my room or do I kill them all. Rid the planet of the verminous pests?
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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Astronomers baffled by recent activity
My head is filled with a black hole, munching and crunching every thought that enters it, every word that tries to leave.
I try to think of big things, stodgy things.
Nothing seems to fill it up.
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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Now for the news at 10
Things are very unusual tonight.
All my clocks transformed into fish and swam around my head. After a while they started to slowly unravel.
Now my floor is covered in minute hands and cogs.
It’s not fun when your time has flown.
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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have u touched the butt?
I once touched a cloud, it felt like rotting corpses and candy floss.
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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A new craze sweeps the nation.
God damn insect people are everywhere. I can smell it on their clothes, their skin. I can even smell it in their blood. They think they can go unnoticed, that their disguises are working. But I'm on to them, they won't take over on my watch.
But who can I trust with this delicate information?
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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Police are on the hunt for a missing girl...
I have followed the trail for a week and I have finally found it. The perfect donut, all gold and gleaming.
I had to break into the shop because it was closed... But now it is safe and at my home.
I've built it a shrine. A dedicated plinth for it to sit on. It tells me things.
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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A blast from the past.
I hold time in my hands. Crumple it up, watch the different points squash together at random moments. I remember 1945 like it was yesterday, but it'll be decades till 1946.
I tried to straighten it back out but it won't return to how it was.
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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New fears as pollution levels rising way above average.
Everybody seems so hollow. Acting out their lives, feigning passion. I believe that everybody has been replaced by some kind of pod people. I haven't eaten in days. Too scared of contamination.
I must find a way to unmask this horror.
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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Food produce being recalled.
Take the eyes. Each pair holding a lifetime of experience. Roll them slowly over your tongue. Lightly salted with the owners tears. I can see all.
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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New research shows
I am the cause of all the problems in the world. Each twitch of my finger spells disaster to another area.
My whispers send forth hurricanes, each tap of my foot signals a new earthquake.
Luckily I am a benevolent god.
Silently I wait.
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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Urgent report
Everybody needs to know about the smell of Wednesday.
It is what drives us.
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spookytwigg · 11 years
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Coming up in the days news.
Today I feel like a triangle with two sides... My insides wrench in different directions, dragging my whole self apart.
My life is flashing before my eyes. But slowly... Oh so slowly. I can feel myself being able to change it as it happens.
I just wish I could remember what comes next.
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