OIL-SLICK MILKY-MOON

in your snufkin-chic outfit you rest yourself in viscous reverie your legs draped over the side of the pit. on the wall of the pit, the hardwood wall, right before the gravity defying velvet lips peel back on their piercing rungs. there's a preacher on a linoleum pulpit screaming to be heard over the sound of their bodily immolation. Youre not sure whether you remember your body having temperature receptors. but the fire LOOKS hot. Certainly it does. You consign the todo of checking tempsense drivers to a word raft and set it out into the roiling waters of ratiociniea "what you are called is between you" (andyou)." But your name, what your name is, is Y/N, read it as such." man their still going. you cock your head, man they're still going. yeah thats better. hey howd they know your name? your rabbit android eyelids do a blink dance against the fast light inferno as you yawn and pandiculate your paws out. eh, not impressed. you feel like you could sleep. You have a flashlight withwhichto paint light into the still foamy dark, but probably not needed here. "You are alike to lady macbeth. Your hands are pink and dewey, amniotic and cleaned off blood stained" dawg what the fuck is this guy on about ``` gallego@many-winged$ date Thu Jan 30 04:38:35 EST 2025 ``` yeah you should get going. "heed you not stray from the path children, the azure blue house is the path of the righteous stray not towards the second house temptation of the greenhouse absolute. lest your mind belong to the devil" is that a fucking challenge? also whyre they saying children, its just you here. you shout down to him as he looks forward at you "hey, you know how big this place is?" you smile at the last of his protests, and giving the point of pithorizon past the preacher -- where void owns a house too, a last glance of courteous ceremony, imagining the rolling dark warm and sprawling and luxurious. Before you turn to the door challenge considered. how big could this place possibly be