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| My bowtie is askew, my whiskers are bent, and my eyes atmosphere one on one are X's. The X's are as black as my Heart and my Soul. I open my eyes and I look around and I'm on the Floor of the House and there's no one near me. I look at my fur and my fur is covered in a colorful Mixture of snot, blood, vomit, cheese crumbs, and plaster. The plaster is from the wall and the wall has a Hole in it and the Hole is in the shape of Me. The meeces appear in atmosphere one on one the Doorway. atmosphere one on one What's wrong, daddy-o? You takin' a nap? Why'd you stop chasin' us? That lil' ol' wall get in your way? They laugh. Fuck you. I hate you. I hate you to motherfucking Pieces. I can't stand it. I start to cry. Softly. I cry and I cry until the tears won't come anymore and still I cry and the music cues up and the Credits roll and I realize I have to do this again next Week and the Week after that and the Week after that and at a certain point blackness comes and it's time for Yogi. |
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