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GREAT HOLES SECRETLY ARE DIGGED WHERE EARTH’S PORES OUGHT TO SUFFICE, AND THINGS HAVE LEARNT TO WALK THAT OUGHT TO CRAWL.
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ANATOMY
I dreamed that there are teeth growing all over me.
They’re everywhere on me and in me, like cysts or bone spurs.
They're loose but I cannot move them because I have no hands.
I look out through the bedroom window and I see a truck approaching.
A young man steps out, approaches and enters through the front door.
His body is covered in swollen ticks the size of quarters.
He's walking through the downstairs hallway and laughing.
He begins urinating on the wall.
He spits on the carpet.
He's moving through the first floor, breaking and upsetting things.
He goes to the basement and stands at the top of the stairs.
I'm angry at him so I slam the door and he falls down.
I can feel his bones snapping.
The ticks are bursting, oozing all-black blood everywhere.
We can feel him being ground up, dissolved and torn, splitting and shredding.
But I leave the door closed.
I close my eyes and try to sleep.
The teeth continue growing on me until there is nothing left of me but teeth and gums and sinew.



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What happens to a house when it is left alone?

When it becomes worn and aged, and its paint peels, and its foundations begin to sink. It goes for too long unlived in. What does it think of? What does it dream?

How does it regard those creatures who built it? Who brought it into existence only to abandon it when its usefulness no longer satisfies them.

It may grow lonesome. It may stare for long hours into the darkness of its own empty halls and see shadows. And its heart may jump as it thinks "here, here is someone again, I am not alone."

Each time it is wrong. And the hurt starts over.

It may haunt itself, inventing ghosts to walk its floors, making friends with its shadow puppets, laughing and whispering to itself at the end of some quiet cul-de-sac.

It may grow angry. Its basement may fill with churning acid like an empty stomach. And its gorge may rise as it asks itself, through clenched teeth, "what did I do wrong?"

It may grow bitter. It may grow hungry. So hungry and so bitter that its scruples dissolve and its doors unlock themselves.

While a house may hunger, it cannot starve. And so in fever and anger and loneliness, it may simply lie in wait. Doors open. Shades drawn. Hallways empty.

Hungry.
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ThatPryncess 19 Jan @ 8:24pm 
+rep very fun billy
Meztidal 24 Nov, 2024 @ 9:40am 
cool buddy
Caring Householder 4 Jul, 2024 @ 6:55pm 
+rep
Arashisar ×͜× 30 Jun, 2024 @ 4:31pm 
+rep pretty good player
itsjustyolasttv 12 Aug, 2023 @ 11:02pm 
+rep, great name and ty for getting yui out, I am playing with Nea and she spawned in with yui and yui just blocked her in the corner of shack for no reason, so I was trying to get you to come get yui so she could get out of the game with her crap, tysm for getting her though, me and Nea were happy that you got her, gl in your games
Where yo moms at nigga ♡ 27 Jan, 2023 @ 6:07pm 
L survivor, complains yet continues to try n loop next to her hooked teammate and keep tapping gen for literally noi reason when she coulda just brought me cross map, typical trash survivor that cant loop and just brain dead game play LOL get better trashcan